After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

Chapter 184

After the awkward handshake, Lorik took a seat next to me. Throughout the meal, the conversation was tense. Lorik and Marcus exchanged words that seemed polite on the surface but were laced with hidden meanings, verbal fireworks disguised as pleasantries Yet, despite the friction between them, Lorik never neglected me. His voice softened every time he spoke to me, his words gentle, as if to remind me of his affection.

Dinner felt endless. I could sense how deliberate Lorik was being-his actions, his tone, everything seemed too calculated, too perfect. By the time we finished, I was mentally exhausted. Marcus left,

is departure polite yet curt, and Lorik and I stood outside the restaurant in silence for what felt like

an eternity.

As we waited for the car, I could feel the weight of the evening hanging between us, unspoken yet heavy. Finally, the driver pulled up, and as we climbed into the backseat, Lorik's composure began to crack.

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The silence in the car was oppressive. I knew Lorik was holding something back. It wasn't long

before he turned to me, his voice filled with restrained frustration. "So, this is the friend you came to

meet in Karnata?" he sneered.

I sighed, knowing what was coming. "I have nothing with him, Lorik," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Don't read too much into it."

He scoffed, looking straight ahead. "You might not have anything with him, but he clearly wants

more. Even knowing you're my Luna, he hasn't given up." His words were sharp, but he didn't raise

his voice.

Instead, he spoke with a quiet intensity that unsettled me. I didn't respond. I had expected anger, bin instead, Lorik's tone softened after a long pause. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. believe you," he said quietly. "You're my Luna. No one can take that away from me."

When we reached the hotel, I went straight to the bathroom for a shower, hoping the hot water

would wash away the tension. Lorik stayed in the living area, sitting in silence.

The suite was spacious, around 80 square meters, designed with luxury in mind. Everything about it was perfect for two people, but the room felt colder than before. Lorik seemed distracted, lost in thought.

He dialed Panther, his most trusted confidant, and asked him to check something. While waiting, he absentmindedly fiddled with the documents on the bedside table. His eyes fell on one that caught his

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attention-my permanent residency permit for Karnata. His face changed slightly as he picked it up, saying nothing, just staring at the ID.

Minutes later, his phone buzzed. Panther had sent him a file. Lorik opened it, and as he read, his expression darkened. He lit a cigarette, something he only did when he was deeply troubled. The soft green smoke curled into the air, a visual representation of the tension building inside him.

As Lorik sat there, smoking in silence, I could feel the shift. He knew. Without saying a word, he had discovered that I had been planning things he wasn't aware of. I had applied for long-term residency in Karnata, gotten a passport, and even purchased a 300-square- meter villa, complete with a garden. It was everything one could want in a home-a perfect place to settle down, with schools, hospitals, and shops nearby.

ut there was one glaring absence in that perfect future. Lorik wasn't part of it. In all those plans I had made for a life in Karnata, there was no place for him. And now, he knew that too. The realization hung in the air between us, heavy and unspoken. I could see the conflict in his eyes-hurt, confusion, and maybe a little bit of betrayal.

When I emerged from the bathroom, the steam still clinging to my skin, Lorik had already extinguished his cigarette. He stood by the window, staring out into the dark night. His silhouette was rigid, as though he was battling with something inside. When he heard my footsteps behind him, he didn't turn around, his focus remaining fixed on the view outside. He placed his phone gently on the bar next to him, his voice low and calm.

"There are tens of thousands of werewolves in the pack," he began softly. "Most of the business is there, and you know I can't just leave that behind. Silvermoon is not going to move, and there's no way I'm coming to Karnata." His words were calculated, but I could sense the underlying tension. He must have checked.

I walked closer, picking up my phone from the bar, pretending to examine it. After a few moments of silence, I placed it back down and spoke. "You know."

His response was calm but filled with a pain he couldn't completely hide. "Know what?" He looked at me, and the hurt in his eyes was undeniable. "That you don't love me? That you want to leave nie?"

His voice was barely above a whisper, but his words struck hard. "Shirley, this is the mildest way you've ever thought of leaving me, isn't it? You're trying to slowly freeze our marriage, letting it die out until I no longer care. Then you'll take the kids and leave, right?"