After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

The color drained from Linda's face.

She had clung to that last hope... that even if she lost everything else, Arnold would still choose her. But now, Nora was ripping that illusion away from her.

Nora stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "You and your mother ruined my mother's life. You tried to ruin mine, too." She turned to leave, her voice turning cold. "That pain? Now it's your turn to feel it."

Linda didn't respond. She just sat there, frozen, as Nora walked out of the room without looking back.

Outside the prison, the air felt lighter.

Nora inhaled deeply, letting the crisp breeze wash over her. For the first time in years, she felt free.

She walked to the waiting car and got in.

Today was supposed to be the day she and Arnold met at the Werewolf Council to finalize their divorce. But she had no intention of going.

"Airport," she told the driver.

The car pulled away from the prison, heading toward her future.

At the airport, she stood by the departure gate, suitcase in hand.

That was when her phone rang.

Clara's voice came through, breathless. "Nora! I'm at the Werewolf Council. You were right... Arnold didn't show up. He doesn't want to divorce you!"

Nora ended the call with a quiet sigh, her fingers tightening momentarily around the phone before she slipped it into her pocket.

A swirl of emotions churned inside her... relief, sadness, determination. It was never easy to sever a connection that had once meant everything, but she had already made her choice.

There was no turning back.

While Nora was hospitalized, she had a discussion with Leo. With her excellent foreign language skills, she took the initiative and decided to take on the responsibility of developing Starline Studios' overseas business, paving the way for the company's international growth.

She thought back to her conversations with Leo during her recovery. He had been the first to support her decision, knowing that she wasn't someone who gave up... she was simply shifting her focus.

"You've thought this through?" Leo had asked, his sharp eyes scanning her face, searching for hesitation.

Nora had nodded, her voice steady. "I'm not running away, Leo. I'm just choosing a different battlefield. And when I come back, I'll be stronger."

He had pulled her into a firm embrace, his warmth anchoring her. "Then go and win, Nora. I'll be waiting for the day you return."

Now, seated on the plane as it prepared for takeoff, she leaned back against the headrest, staring out at the endless night beyond the window.noveldrama

Memories of Arnold surfaced... flashes of cold indifference, fleeting moments of warmth, the ache of all the years she had spent waiting for something that would

never come.

She closed her eyes. The past had no place in her future.

Meanwhile, Arnold stood motionless at the entrance of the Werewolf Council. He had come here today, telling himself that he would fight for her one last time, that he would stop her from walking away.

But when the moment came, his feet refused to move.

Something inside him wavered. Pride, stubbornness, regret... he couldn't tell anymore.

He turned away before stepping inside, only to be met by Cody, who looked unusually serious.

"She's gone."

Arnold's breath hitched. "What?"

"Nora." Cody hesitated, then sighed. "She left. She boarded a plane overseas.”

For a moment, everything around Arnold felt unreal. The bustling noises of the council building, the distant sound of voices... it all faded.

She was really gone.

He had always thought she would still be there, no matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how much distance he created between them. He had believed that the stubbornness in her love, the resilience she carried, would keep her bound to him.

But this time, she hadn't waited.

Without a word, Arnold turned and walked away. His steps were slow, as if his

body had lost its purpose.

He found himself standing inside her old hospital room.

It was empty.

The bed was made, untouched. The air was still. But then his gaze landed on the window, where a handmade decoration swayed gently in the sunlight.

His throat tightened. He remembered the night she had sat there, carefully threading each piece together, her fingers nimble and patient.

"It's for Alex," she had told him back then. "Something I made with my own hands."

He had barely acknowledged it at the time, too caught up in his own resentment and pride.

Now, it was the only thing left of her in this room.

His hands clenched at his sides.

For years, he had convinced himself that the truth of that night... the drugged wine, the circumstances

that forced them together... was net

what had ruined their relationship. He had used it as an excuse a shield to keep himself distant.

But now, standing here, the real truth hit him with crushing weight.

It had never been about the wine.

It had never been about the drug.

He had spent years running away from his own feelings, rejecting the bond between them out of sheer arrogance. And in the end, Nora had simply stopped chasing him

A sudden pull in his chest made him stumble, the unmistakable force of a mind-

link reaching out.

He grasped onto it instinctively.

"Nora." His voice was hoarse. "We need to talk. Just the two of us. Give me one

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