After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 176

Without thinking, I pressed redial. The phone rang three times before someone picked up, but instead of Lorik's voice, a soft, feminine tone filled my ear.

"Who are you looking for?" The voice was light, familiar, and unmistakably smug.

My heart clenched. "Lorcia?" I asked, barely believing what I was hearing.

There was a soft chuckle on the other end. "Yeah, Shelly, it's me. Surprised?"

Her laughter sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn't the warm laugh of an old friend-it was mocking, taunting.

"Where's Lorik?" I demanded, my voice tight. "Why do you have his phone?"

"Oh, you mean *Alpha Lorik*?" she replied, drawing out his title with a mocking lilt. "He's in the shower right now. Didn't want to keep you waiting, but you know how it is. Hard to answer a phone when you're... busy."

Her words hung In the air, dripping with insinuation. I clenched the phone tighter, refusing to let her rattle me. "Put him on the phone," I ordered, my tone icy.

"I told you, he's in the shower," she said, a feigned impatience in her voice. "What could he possibly

do when he's sharing a room with me?"

My blood ran cold, but I kept my composure. "Why are you in his room, Lorcia?" I asked, though I already knew she was playing games. There was no way Lorik would ever do something like that.

Not him, not now.

Lorcia giggled, her voice laced with false sweetness. "Oh, come on, Shirley. Are you really this naive? Men don't just live with women in rooms for no reason, you know."

I hung up the phone, my jaw tight, my mind racing. I knew Lorik. He wasn't the type to share a room

with Lorcia, especially not during a battle. She was toying with me, trying to plant doubt. But I wasn't going to let her win.

Taking a deep breath, I dialed my aide's number. When she answered, I didn't waste time with pleasantries. "What's the next shipment we're sending to the northern front?" I asked. "We're preparing a supply run today," she replied. "Why?"

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"I'm going to deliver it myself," I said, my voice firm.

There was a pause. "Luna, are you sure? It's dangerous out there."

"I'm sure," I said, glancing at my still-flat stomach, thinking of the child growing inside me. "I need to see Lorik. There's something I need to tell him."

I couldn't wait any longer. This wasn't just about us anymore. I had to tell him about the baby-face

to face.

Third POV:

Meanwhile, on the northern front, the air was thick with the weight of war. The howling wind

rried the distant echo of battle cries and the clang of steel. Inside the makeshift command center, Lorik had just stepped out of a steaming shower, his muscles still tense from the day's fighting. His body was sore, but the familiar adrenaline of battle kept him on edge. He had intended to finish analyzing the day's battle report after making several failed calls to Shirley. When she didn't pick up, he decided to take the shower, hoping to clear his head.

As he entered the room, a sharp contrast greeted him. Lorcia, sitting on the edge of the sofa, appeared utterly out of place amidst the war-torn atmosphere. She was dressed immaculately, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she sat, pretending to flip through a pile of documents laid neatly on the coffee table. The sight of her brought a wave of irritation over Lorik. His brows furrowed as his eyes narrowed, the air around him growing colder.

"What are you doing here?" Lorik's voice was low and biting, dripping with the barely-contained

frustration of a man who had no time for games.

Lorcia looked up, her eyes twinkling mischievously. She raised a delicate hand to push a few strands of hair behind her ear, her movements slow and deliberate. "My father asked me to bring these to

you," she said softly, her voice almost purring. "He said you needed them urgently."

She leaned forward, picking up the stack of papers from the table and extending them toward him.

But Lorik didn't move to take them. His eyes remained fixed on her, cold and unreadable.

"The door was locked," Loriksaid, his tone dropping another degree. "How did you get in?"

Lorcia blinked, her expression wide-eyed and innocent. "Uncle Andrew gave me the key," she replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lorik's jaw tightened, and a wave of disgust surged through him. Without a word, he turned on his heel, walked over to the door, and yanked it open. The gesture was sharp, his patience hanging by a thread. His tone was flat, hard, and unforgiving as he said, "Get out." After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret

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Lorcia blinked, feigning surprise as she pouted slightly, her lips curving into a false look of

disappointment. "Oh, come on, Lorek," she said, dragging out the words in a sultry tone, "I came al this way for you. Why don't we talk?"