Chapter 8 

The maid hesitated for a moment before responding, “Luna?. She’s perhaps occupled with work?” 

Half a month ago, when Nora left with her luggage, this maid wasn’t present. She had only heard from the other servants that Luna had left the villa. Naturally, she assumed Nora had gone on a business trip. 

But what’s taking her so long this time? 

Arnold’s brow furrowed as mild irritation simmered within. He didn’t recall assigning her anything that required an extended trip. His thoughts paused midstream as an unsettling realization struck him. 

He knew absolutely nothing about Nora’s whereabouts. 

Where she went, what she did… he had never cared enough to ask. The agitation bubbling in his chest was unwelcome, and he tamped it down with practiced indifference. 

“Help Alex change his clothes,” he instructed the maid curtly before retreating to his study. 

As he shut the door behind him, a low, gravelly voice echoed in his mind. 

“Arnold, you 

can’t go on like this,” his wolf, Enzo, growled. 

Arnold sat at his desk, unmoving, as Enzo continued, “Haven’t you noticed? The bond with Nora is already fading. You’ve been unfaithful to her, shut her out completely, and severed your connection to her. If you keep this up, you’ll lose her for good.” 

Arnold’s reply was as cold as the air around him. “And? I don’t care. It’s the Moon Goddess’s mistake we’re mates in the first place. The sooner this bond disappears, the better.” 

“You’ll regret this, egotist,” Enzo sighed, his voice fading into the recesses of Arnold’s mind. 

The silence that followed was oppressive. Arnold stared at the papers strewn across his desk, an inexplicable frustration building within him. He tried to focus, but the emptiness of the house gnawed at him. Nora’s scent, once omnipresent–a fresh, natural aroma of lily of the valley and freesia… was entirely 

gone. 

That scent, warm and light as spring, had always calmed him in ways he could never admit. Now, not matter how he strained to catch even a hint of it, it was as if it had never existed. 

A nameless anger surged in his chest. With a growl, he swept the documents off his desk, sending them scattering to the floor. 

Grabbing his phone, he dialed. 

Chapter B 

“Hello? Linda…” 

The next day: 

Arnold found himself standing in the lobby of Silver Moon’s office building when he saw her. 

Nora. 

She seemed thinner than he remembered, her frame smaller, her posture lighter as if she carried some invisible burden. She was delivering some documents, likely a task she didn’t anticipate would bring her face–to–face with him. 

For a brief moment, she froze, clearly caught off guard. 

Arnold’s expression quickly hardened into indifference. Without a word, he brushed past her, his cold demeanor creating an invisible wall between them. 

Inside, though, he couldn’t help but notice the change. 

What happened to her? 

In the past, Nora would have jumped into his arms, her face lighting up with joy. Later, when his indifference became too obvious to ignore, she had grown quieter, more reserved, but her eyes still held a flicker of hope. 

But now? 

She met his gaze briefly, her expression unreadable, before lowering her eyes. No excitement. No lingering warmth. 

A faint discomfort bloomed in Arnold’s chest, one he resolutely chose to ignore. He stepped into the elevator and left without a backward glance. 

Nora, watching his tall, composed figure disappear behind the closing elevator doors, could only think: 

*Now that he’s back, perhaps the divorce can finally proceed.” 

There was still a twinge of pain in her chest, but it was mingled with relief. 

Later 

Nora was at the data management office, knocking on the door to deliver her documents, when a familiar, cheerful voice called out. 

“Nora! You’re finally back!” 

Chapter 8 

It was Evelyn, Arnold’s life assistant. A young, stylish woman. Evelyn was balancing two empty cups in her hands as she rushed toward Nora. 

Before Nora could react, Evelyn shoved the cups into her hands with a pleading expression. 

“Please, could you make two cups of evening primrose tea and bring them to Alpha’s office?” she begged. “He only likes the tea you make, and I’ve gotten so much flak since you left!” 

Nora sighed but didn’t argue. Evelyn offered a hurried word of thanks and disappeared as quickly as she’d arrived. 

Looking down at the cups, Nora felt an old weight settle in her chest. 

Making evening primrose tea was no simple task. It required pristine mountain spring water, Misty Flowers, and Evening Primrose, among other ingredients. The process was painstaking, but the result was worth it–a crystal–clear silver brew with a mellow floral flavor that refreshed the mind. 

Arnold loved it. 

She had once gone to great lengths to perfect the recipe, even hiring a professional tea brewer to teach her. It was her way of understanding him better, of finding some small way to connect with him. 

For a time, it worked. 

Arnold had praised her tea, even requesting it both at home and in the office. At the time, she’d been overjoyed, believing it was a step toward earning a place in his heart. 

But now, as she prepared the tea with practiced hands, a bitter realization settled over her. 

It wasn’t her he valued. Just the tea. 

And to her, Arnold’s attitude remained indifferent. Perhaps, in Arnold’s opinion, she was no different from a servant who made good tea. 

Nora decided to do Evelyn this favor, and after she prepared the tea, she went to the floor where Arnold’s office was located. 

She hadn’t gone in yet when she suddenly heard an ambiguous kissing sound coming from inside the 

room. 

Nora froze. Her hands shook a little. 

“Don’t go any further.” Her wolf Lena’s voice trembled as she seemed to feel something and was suffering, “The scene in there will hurt you, Nora.” 

At the moment, Arnold’s office door was open. 

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Chapter 8 

She walked up and was about to knock, but instead, through the doorway, she saw Linda sitting on Arnold’s lap, the two of them embracing, unclothed, just in the nick of time. 

The scene hit Nora so hard that her face suddenly turned pale. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt a vague pain in the bonds of her abdomen. 

Hearing the movement at the door, the duo inside the house saw her. 

Linda hurriedly got off Arnold’s lap. And Arnold’s face was extremely grim as he said coldly, “Who allowed you to come here?!” 

Nora tightly grasped the tray, “I came to bring you ten-” 

Arnold said icily, “That’s enough, put away those little thoughts of yours.” 

Nora froze for a moment, then realized what he meant. He thought she knew Linda was in the office and was deliberately using the tea delivery as an excuse to interrupt the two. 

“Get out!” Arnold growled lowly. 

“Enough, don’t talk to our partner like that!” Enzo growled in his head, “She didn’t mean it, you’re the one in the wrong, she’s your Luna!” 

“I know.” Arnold looked at Nora with disgust, “Otherwise, she wouldn’t be alive.” 

Nora’s eyes reddened, and she was about to lose her hands on the plate as a huge pain came from the bonds in her abdomen. The tea spilled and burned her fingers. 

She felt the pain but made no sound and turned away. 

But only two steps later, Arnold’s voice came from the office, “If there’s a next time, you don’t have to come to the office. Maybe working in a pack isn’t for you, and it’s better for you to go back and focus on Alex and Victor at home.”