After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret

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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the narrow hallway outside Lorik's hospital room. The soft hum of medical machines buzzed through the air, a quiet reminder of the battle being fought inside.

I stood just outside the door, the low murmurs of heated voices slipping through the cracks. Andrew had arrived earlier with a group of men, his presence like a dark storm cloud rolling in, casting a shadow over everything.

The voices grew louder, punctuated by the sharp tones of argument. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, my patience fraying with each passing second.

Andrew had always been a man of conviction, but today, his determination seemed especially dangerous. After what felt like an eternity, the door burst open, and Andrew strode out, his expression a mask of fury. His cold eyes locked onto me. "Why are you here?" he demanded, his voice a venomous hiss.

I met his gaze, unflinching. "I'm the Luna of Silvermoon. Of course, I should be here."

Andrew's lip curled into a sneer. "Well, you won't be anytime soon. Lorik won't be standing again, and I've decided to remove him from his position as Alpha. Silvermoon needs a new heir, one I will train personally."

The air between us crackled with tension. "You can't do that," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. "Silvermoon isn't the same pack it was when you abdicated. Lorik and I have worked hard to win the hearts and minds of our people. The position of Alpha is not something you can just take away."

Andrew's eyes narrowed, and he didn't even bother to hide his contempt. "You've played too many tricks for Luna's position, but unworthy is unworthy."

I laughed confidently, "Ha, you think I care about Silver Moon Luna's position? Then I'll tell you. I'll only be better off without the status of Luna.""

He stepped closer, his eyes boring into mine. "We'll see about that."

With those words, he turned on his heel and called out to Narik. I watched as his son, tall and stoic,

emerged from the shadows. Andrew placed a heavy hand on Narik's shoulder, his intentions clear.

He wanted to mold Narik into his image, to shape him into a leader that would follow his command. And the final piece of Andrew's twisted plan? Marrying Narik off to Lorcia, a move that would solidify the power Andrew craved. After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret

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As they walked past, I couldn't help the sneer that twisted my lips. "Flameheartpack must have promised you quite a lot to make Lorcia the Luna of Silvermoon," I said, my voice dripping with

arcasm. "So much that you don't even care about her past scandals."

Andrew's steps faltered, and for a moment, he looked back, his eyes blazing with anger. But before he could respond, Narik spoke up,

"I won't be a pawn in your game," Narik declared, his voice firm.

Andrew stopped, slowly turning to face his son. "What did you say?"

"I said I won't be a part of this," Narik repeated, stepping out from under his father's grasp. "I refuse to marry Lorcia, and I refuse to betray the pack."

The color drained from Andrew's face, his shock quickly morphing into rage. "You dare defy me?" he spat, his voice rising with each word. "After everything I've done for you, you choose now to rebel?"

Narik stood tall, his expression unyielding. "I'm not a child anymore, Father. I make my own decisions, and I won't let you use me to further your ambitions."

The tension in the hallway was palpable, the standoff between father and son playing out like a silent battle. Andrew's face twisted with humiliation, his pride wounded by his own flesh and blood. With a final glare at Narik, Andrew stormed off, his footsteps echoing down the corridor. Once he was out of sight, Narik let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing as the tension eased. He glanced at me, a silent acknowledgment passing between us before he turned and walked away.

I watched him go, then turned my attention back to the hospital room. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, the soft beeping of machines the only sound. Lorik lay on the bed, his face pale and drawn, his usually vibrant eyes dull with pain and fatigue. When he saw me, his expression softened, a flicker of hope in his gaze. "You're here," he murmured, his voice weak.

I came to his side and didn't say anything.

Seeing him so vulnerable, even though I wasn't sure I still loved him, the kind of bond that existed between us as mates could tell me that he was in a bad way. The feeling affected me by association, making my heart ache along with it. borik reached out, his hand trembling slightly. "What would I do without you?" he whispered, his

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voice filled with gratitude and something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat.

But I couldn't allow myself to give in to that emotion. I gently pushed his hand away, my expression hardening. "I'm just here to recognize your abilities as Alpha. Your leg is almost healed, so don't expect me to be here every day for the rest of your life."

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