Semua Bab Ding-Dong, the Alpha's Dead: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Three months after my Alpha mate disappeared, I searched the entire world desperately for him. I found him in a bar, his childhood friend in his arms, feeding him wine mouth to mouth."The Alpha is confirmed dead. We will now begin preparations for the Alpha Election." "Luna, are we truly giving up?" asked the elder on the other end of the line, his tone laced with disbelief. I looked into the private room through the door crack, where my Alpha was caressing Desiree's cheek indulgently.My heart stung with pain. With a choked voice, I replied, "It has been three months. The rescue party we sent out all came back with nothing. No matter how much it hurts me, I must accept that he's dead. Not to mention, our pack must have an Alpha."What use was an Alpha who abandoned both his pack and his Luna, even if he was found?After arranging the process for appointing the next Alpha, I hung up and returned to my private room.When my friend saw my red eyes, she passed me a glass of

After I hung up, Lambert sent me another video.In the video, Sampson's friends grew agitated as they spoke to Sampson. Furious, Sampson hurled his glass to the ground and it smashed into pieces. The surrounding people tried to calm him down. Desiree said something, and he began to laugh before kissing her lips.I knew Sampson must have found out that the Elders had been informing everyone about his funeral. He might have been blocking the mind-link, but his friends could still receive the news.What surprised me was how easily Desiree could change his mood with just a few words. In the past, when he was angry, I had to be extremely careful. One wrong word, and he would throw me out of our home to reflect on it. The contrast was enough to make me feel even colder inside.I could see that Sampson wasn't worried in the slightest. In the past, no matter how bad his tantrums got, I would always be the first to apologize and beg for his forgiveness.I saved the video of Sampson and D

Sampson rushed onto the stage and pulled me into his arms, trembling as he called my name."I'm back, Bethany. You have no idea how much I missed you! I was attacked by Rogues during my patrol, and they slashed my stomach with a silver blade. Luckily, a good person took me to a hospital. That was how I could come back in one piece to see you again. I'm all better now. If you don't believe me, look!"He lifted his shirt and showed a nasty scar across his abdomen. I wondered who painted it on him.I said nothing, and simply watched his performance with a blank face.When Sampson saw that I didn't react, a flicker of embarrassment appeared on his face.I let out a cold snicker. "Are you done? Is that good person who sent you to the hospital Desiree?"Simpson's expression froze.Even now, he was still playing dumb. "What are you talking about? I don't understand you. Your mate is back… Shouldn't you be happy?"Seeing how shameless he was, I laughed. Unable to hold back the pain

I had just left the venue when Lambert called out from behind me."Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."I looked at him, then said meaningfully, "Lambert, I'm going to sever my mate bond with Sampson."Lambert raised his eyebrow. "And?""So, there's no longer any connection between us. There's no need for us to meet anymore," I replied.Lambert gave a faint smile. At the corner of his lips, there was still blood from the fight that hadn't dried off. He had been spending a long time in the forest and had gotten used to freedom. Even after he had become an Alpha, he would still have a Roguish air about him."I did help you. I even got injured for your sake. You can't just ditch me now after you're done, right? Ouch, my head hurts so much… I must have taken a hit there." He frowned dramatically, as if he were in a lot of pain. While he made it sound like he was in a bad state, the blood on him was all Sampson's blood.I sighed exasperatedly. "What do you want?"I had to a

After that, I never saw Sampson again for a long time. I poured myself into the affairs of my pack. I would either call or meet up with Lambert in person to speak with him about work. Over time, the two of us grew closer, and the awkwardness between us slowly disappeared. Instead of associates, we were more like friends. One day, when I arrived at Lambert's office to talk about some business regarding the Moonstones, I accidentally saw a photo frame on his desk. On his desk was a photo of me from my school days. What was going on? Why would Lambert have a photo of me on his desk? From the angle, it was obvious that it was taken secretly. He had even framed it carefully. Lambert froze for a little bit before nervously covering the photo. "It's nothing. It's someone else." His panic had only confirmed what I already suspected. I blinked slowly, then said meaningfully, "Oh, I see. It was someone else. Originally, I was going to ask if you wanted to date me. But I guess tha