Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 143

It wasn’t until the latter half of the night that everything finally ended.

Ferris seemed not yet fully awake, but his body instinctively held me tightly, as if wanting to merge me into his bones and blood..

I gently turned my head to look at the identity cancellation documents hidden by the bedside–documents I had reapplied for when I went out earlier.

Now, it was time to leave.

I slowly tried to move out of his arms, but found he held me tighter, as if sensing I wanted to leave.

Helplessly, I could only hide those documents in a concealed corner under the bed, waiting to retrieve them tomorrow after he went to the company.

I looked up at the sleeping Ferris, his brows peaceful, breathing long and steady, completely different from the cold, iron–blooded business leader he was during the day.

Guilt rose in my heart, and I silently, soundlessly said:

.

“When I said ‘sorry‘ to you earlier, I meant it… but not because I’m leaving you.”

“But because this time…”

I had lied, deceived his trust–I knew all this was wrong.

But I had no choice.

For freedom, I had to do this.

The next morning.

Dawn was breaking, morning light quietly spilling into the room.

Ferris rubbed his temples, opening his eyes with some headache, turned his head to see me still lying quietly in his

arms.

His heart relaxed, and he instinctively held me tighter.

But in the next second, his gaze fell on my smooth back, frowning–there was a pale white old scar, diagonally across my shoulder, like a knife wound.

“What happened to the scar on your back?” he asked in a low voice, his voice still carrying the huskiness of just

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waking up.

1 froze, slowly raising my eyes to look at him. That all–too–familiar face now made me feel bitter.

“You… don’t remember?”

This scar was from when I blocked an attack for him. Yet he had forgotten even this.

A bitter pain in my heart, I said softly: “When I was seventeen.”

Ferris’s brows knitted tightly. That year he had just taken control of Silver Moon Pack, the most chaotic and dangerous time.

I looked up at him, my eyes carrying an indescribable sadness: “You almost got stabbed then, I stood in front of you.”

This incident was known by quite a few people in the war zone, yet he had forgotten.

Ferris’s hand fell on my scar, his fingertips cold, his expression instantly becoming gloomy: “Who did it?”

I shook my head: “I don’t know. The rogues fled quickly, no one could catch them.”

Ferris was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head to kiss me, seemingly wanting to use action to replace comfort. But I turned my face away, avoiding his kiss.

“It’s getting late, you should go to the company.” I spoke calmly.

I had already gotten what I wanted, and didn’t want any more emotional entanglement.

My coldness made Ferris pause.

Last night I had been tender as water, passionate unlike before. But now I had turned cold as if flipping a page.

Ferris didn’t want to let go, holding me tighter: “Not going to the company.”

He was greedy for this moment’s intimacy and reality, continuing to lower his head, kissing my cheek, nose tip, and lips, like a greedy wolf reluctant to let go of any inch of skin.

And I gave no response.

Cold, silent, eyes empty.

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