Semua Bab Alpha's Regret, His Rejected Luna is Hidden Heiress: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Ceres's POVI was curious. What could have possibly brought her to my den?Moments later, Emily stepped inside. She was pale, her lips drained of color, her hands twisting nervously in front of her. She looked like a ghost of herself.Emily resembled Luna Sonia—delicate, almost ethereal, the kind of beauty that made people instinctively want to protect her. But I knew better. That frail, innocent mask had fooled me once. Never again.Even now, she fought to keep her fear at bay, though I could smell it. It clung to her skin, sharp and bitter, mixing with the faintest trace of lavender perfume.Coward.I took a slow sip of my coffee, deliberately unhurried, my every movement exuding control and elegance. Then I glanced up, finding her frozen in place, biting her lower lip as if it could keep her from trembling.Amusing.I arched a brow, my voice lazy and indifferent. "I’m busy, Ms. Winston. If you’re here to reminisce, I don’t have the time."Emily flinched. Just the sound of my voice

Ceres's POVMy head snapped up just in time to see a figure descending from the platform.It was really Dexter.It had been years since I last saw him, but time had only sharpened him. He wore punk-style jeans and a cowboy hat, his sharp features illuminated under the dim bar lights. His eyes—always glimmering with mischief—still held that same familiar sparkle, like stars caught in his gaze.He scanned the group quickly before locking eyes with me.Then, just like that, his grin widened.He stepped closer and, without hesitation, reached out to ruffle my hair like he used to when we were kids.“Ceres,” he drawled, amusement thick in his tone. “Did you miss me?”. I have used Ceres, my fake name most of my life and I have gotten used to it already. Maybe i should just change it to my real name.I smiled despite myself.Instead of answering Dexter, I stood and wrapped my arms around him.He might have appeared out of nowhere, but nothing had changed. The warmth, the familiarity—Dexter w

Richard’s POVThe road stretched dark and endless before me as I turned onto the familiar path leading to Oasis Villa.Martins had mentioned this place before. He said Ceres and I had lived here after our marriage—back when I was a different man, a man who still had his memories.But after losing them, I never once stepped foot inside.Now, as the headlights illuminated the mansion’s entrance, I noticed the warm glow of lights inside. The servants were still here. The house had not been abandoned.As soon as I brought the car to a stop, Ceres pushed the door open with sudden urgency.Instinctively, I moved to block her path, thinking she was trying to run.But she barely acknowledged me.She swayed slightly, pressing a hand to her stomach, her face pale. Then, before I could react, she doubled over, clutching the tiny puppy to her chest as she retched violently.I stiffened.My sharp senses picked up the acrid scent of alcohol and sickness before her vomit splattered across my shoes.

Ceres's POVAfter leaving Richard’s mansion, I drove straight to the Hemsworth Corporation instead of going to my penthouse. Justin was preparing to step down from his role, and there were mountains of work waiting for me. As the new president, I didn’t have the luxury of rest.My office had a small private area where I could freshen up. Before heading in, I turned to David , my assistant and handed him the puppy."Take care of it for a bit. I need to change."David raised an eyebrow at my wrinkled clothes from the day before but said nothing. He nodded and took the puppy away.When I emerged from my office in fresh clothes, I found the puppy happily eating, its fluffy tail wagging as it stuffed its tiny belly. The moment it sensed me, it abandoned the food and bolted toward me, pressing its warm little body against my boots.I crouched, running my fingers through its soft fur, feeling the warmth of its small body against my palm. My heart softened."You're full now," I murmured with

Ceres's POVDavid’s face darkened, his fury shining through as he chased after Joseph.I held up a hand to stop him from reacting further."Hold on," I murmured into the phone before ending the call. Then I turned my attention to the man standing before me.Joseph was out of breath, his hair in disarray, the scent of panic rolling off him in waves.This was a far cry from the arrogant, smug voice I had heard on the phone earlier.I met David’s gaze, calm and unwavering."It’s fine," I said. "You can leave. Get Joseph a cup of coffee."Joseph flinched.I had referred to him as Mr. Anderson during the call. Formal, distant, neutral.Now? I called him by his name.Even he should know that ir wasn’t familiarity—it was a warning.His fingers tightened on the fabric of his shirt, his posture stiff.I crossed my arms and arched a brow at Joseph, my wolf pacing in the back of my mind."Didn’t you sprain your foot, Mr. Anderson?" I sneered, my voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Funny, becaus