Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 204

Chapter 204

Ferris. At the door.

He loomed in the dark, tall, both strange and familiar.

Barely two weeks apart, but it felt like a century.

He said nothing, just stood, eyes locking onto me like iron.

After he kicked the door in, guards stayed outside. His presence alone iced the dom.

I clutched the blanket, forced calm.

I spoke first. “I thought I made myself clear.”

He walked in, slow, steady, till he stood over me, backlit. I couldn’t read his face, but his stare burned, never leaving me.

I hated that look.

Too heavy, too deep–like he might swallow me whole.

I inched back.

“The money. Leo gave it to you, right?” I said. “We’re done.”

He stayed quiet, like he was memorizing me with his eyes. He lifted a hand, like he might touch me.

I stepped farther, out of reach.

My heart hammered. I pushed down the chaos, snapped, “What do you want?

His hand froze midair.

Seconds passed. He forced the words out, one by one. “I want you to come home.”

I stared, then laughed–sharp, bitter, mocking him, mocking myself.

“Home? You mean that villa? It was never my home.”

He’d said that once. Now I threw it back.

Ferris flinched, like I’d slugged him.

He never saw this coming–me talking to him like this. A few words, and he looked drained.

“We’re still married.” His voice reeked of unwillingness.

“Only on paper.” I bit out, unyielding.

His face clouded, stormy. He lunged, grabbed my shoulders, eyes wild, voice low and furious. “On paper? Last month you were in my bed! Want me to mimic the sounds you made? Refresh your memory?”

Slap!

My hand connected with his cheek, no hesitation.

My hand shook, but my face burned. I glared, voice tight, choking but hard. “Ferris, you’re an Alpha. Don’t you know what a fling is? Can’t you just let it

end clean?”

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Fling.”

He repeated it, like lightning struck.

All those nights he thought we were getting closer? Just my goodbye.

His cheek stung, but nothing compared to the ripping in his chest–betrayal, abandonment, all at once.

His throat tightened, voice almost begging. “You still mad about the past?”

“I never loved Ashley. I cared… because she saved me.”

“I swear. Never again.”

I watched him grovel, felt nothing.

I was just… tired.

here.

Years of loving him, then hurting, then shutting down–he’d pushed me here.

Nights I cried alone, his cold shoulders, his silence, his cruelty–they stuck.

Some wounds don’t heal. They scab, but one touch, and they bleed again.

“I don’t want your oaths.” My voice iced over. “I want

u gone.”

At that, his eyes shifted. His grip crushed my shoulders, near–breaking.

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