Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 201

Dennis picked up on Ferris’s bad mood but didn’t back down, his tone tinged with provocation.

“She was supposed to be my wife.”

Ferris’s Adam’s apple bobbed. If the man in front of him weren’t his brother, he might’ve killed him.

“I don’t care what happened between you. I’m her husband now.”

Ferris stood. “You just woke up–shouldn’t you rest?”

“Don’t end up comatose again.”

Cold words dropped, and Ferris strode out.

As he left Dennis’s room, Victoria hurried over. “Doctors say Dennis is a miracle. He’ll be walking again soon, I’m sure.

Ferris had no warmth to spare, his whole vibe icy.

“T’d rather he never stands up.”

He left, ignoring Victoria’s shocked stare.

Ferris drove back to the villa, his head swimming with mine and Dennis’s voices.

“I mixed up the person.”

“She likes me. She wanted to marry me.”

His head throbbed. Sleepless nights were catching up, but he refused to sleep

Finally, the villa came into view.

Ferris grabbed a bottle of wine, sank into the couch alone, and listened to the wind howl outside, replaying everything since our engagement.

After he’d shut me out, even snapped at me, I’d said, “You feel different.”

Turns out, he hadn’t changed.

He’d never been the one she wanted.

Ferris poured a glass, downed it.

Glass after glass, till the bottle ran dry. His head screamed, worse than before.

Leaning into the couch, he mumbled, “You lied to me.”

Maybe it was the alcohol–he finally drifted off.

Meanwhile, Cynthia already knew where I was heading. She bought a ticket, set to meet me there.

Before dawn the next day, Cynthia got in the car, bound for the airport.

The bodyguard tailing her called Ferris.

Ferris answered, fighting dizziness. “What?”

“She’s at the airport.”

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Chapter 201

Ferris sat up on the couch.

“Follow her. Find out where she’s going.”

“Yes, sir.”

He hung up, grabbed his coat, and rushed out.

A few hours of sleep had cleared his head a little..

Malski Harbor, where I was, was still seven or eight hours away.

Eight hours later.

Time zones meant Cynthia landed in Malski at night.

I’d been waiting, spotted her familiar figure, and walked over.

“Cynthia.”

Relief flickered in her eyes when she saw me.

“C’mon. Let’s go home.”

Back at the house, the nanny was prepping dinner.

On the living room TV, a news anchor ranted: “After renowned medic Ashley’s scandal, Vargan Group stocks keep crashing. No word yet from Silver Moon Pack Alpha Ferris.”

The door opened. The nanny turned off the TV and hurried to greet us.

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