Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 137

I woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat and trembling all over.

Dim light filtered through the window, casting vague shadows in the hospital room. The door to the adjacent caregiver’s room was pulled open, and l’erris rushed in. Seeing I was alright, his tense expression relaxed slightly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked me in a low voice.

I bit my lip, my eyes reddening: “I dreamed that I died.”

That dream was too real, as if the knife had actually pierced my throat. I could even feel the warmth of blood gushing out in that instant.

When I mentioned the word “death,” Ferris’s expression changed slightly, as if touched by something. He came over, reached out to hold me in his arms, gently patting my back, his voice becoming as gentle as possible:

“You’re not dead, I’m here.” He paused, then added softly, “Don’t be afraid.”

His embrace was warm, yet unfamiliar. It took me a while to recover from the nightmare.

I looked up at him, but because the light was too dim, I couldn’t make out his expression clearly.

“Thank you.” After saying this softly, I slowly pulled away from his hands and lay back down on the bed.

My politeness and distance clearly made him uncomfortable. Instead of returning to the adjacent room as usual, he pulled back the covers and lay down beside me, then pulled me back into his arms.

My body stiffened, and I was about to speak when I heard him say in a low voice: “If you have anything troubling you, you can actually tell me.”

My throat felt blocked, unable to speak.

The wind and rain outside suddenly intensified, beating against the windows with a rushing sound, and the originally hot air became much cooler.

I had been very afraid, but now being held by him like this, actually felt a sense of security.

I still remembered that he had mild germophobia. In our three years of marriage, he had never held me like this.

But now, everything had changed.

“Terris, do you still hate me?” I asked him softly.

His hand obviously paused.

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Chapter 137

Before he could answer, I murmured again: “I don’t understand…”

He didn’t speak, just held me tighter.

Can’t people change? I didn’t know what his current emotions were, and he probably couldn’t explain them clearly himself.

He didn’t think he loved me, but… he seemed genuinely afraid of me dying.

After a long silence, he suddenly asked me back: “If I divorced you, would you marry Adrian?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t know.”

But I was clear in my heart that I wanted a free life, not to be trapped by the identity of “Luna of Silver Moon Pack” anymore.

I now had a career I loved, had a child, and I was no longer the woman who only revolved around Ferris, who only talked about love.

“What if I let you both leave now?” Ferris suddenly said.

I was stunned, a glimmer of hope flashing in my eyes: “If possible, I would be grateful to you.”

But the next second, he loosened his arms around me, coldness filling his eyes, his tone sarcastic:

“You really dare to dream.”

Those words were like a sharp blade, directly piercing through my faint hope.

Only then did I understand that he had no intention of letting me go at all. He was just toying with me earlier.

“What do you take me for?” I almost gritted my teeth.

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