Chapter 3 

The maid couldn’t suppress the frown tugging at her lips as she overheard the careless exchange between 

father and son. 

The **Silver moon Pack’s territory stretched vast and wild, but with such size came peril. Its borders, rugged and unforgiving, were a haven for rogues.. feral wolves lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. 

Patrolling these borders wasn’t a task taken lightly. 

It was grueling, treacherous work that most wolves avolded at all costs. 

Yet, for nearly half a year, Luna had volunteered to shoulder the burden. 

She braved those dangers without hesitation, enduring hardships few could imagine. 

What’s more, Arnold and Nora hadn’t seen each other in months. 

The maid, ever loyal, spoke cautiously. “Alpha, you should contact her. Luna looked so sad when she left…” 

Arnold merely scoffed, his lips curling into a dismissive smile. 

“Her wolf is too weak to take care of itself for a few days.” 

Without another word, he turned and strode back to his den. 

**Angry?** 

The idea seemed laughable. 

Nora. .the meek, soft–hearted woman who wouldn’t even raise her voice–angry? 

Absurd. 

Later, in the dim glow of his study, Arnold ran his fingers along the sealed envelope she’d left behind. 

He was just about to tear it open when his phone buzzed. 

Linda. 

Without hesitation, he tossed the envelope onto the desk and answered the call. 

After I left. Alpha father and son went cr 

Chapter 3 

The conversation stretched longer than he’d intended, and as the minutes ticked by, the forgotten letter 

remained untouched. 

A cool breeze slipped through the open window, stirring the paper until it fluttered silently to the floor, landing out of sight beneath the heavy wooden desk. 

Arnold didn’t come home that night. 

Far away, in the backseat of a car, Nora counted her belongings. 

She’d amassed a small fortune over the years.. not through luxury or privilege, but through hard, backbreaking work. 

Devoting herself to the harshest and most exhausting tasks in the pack had left her with little time, or desire, to spend money. 

Her expenses were limited to gifts.. thoughtful tokens for Arnold and Alex..and as a result, her savings. had quietly grown. 

Now, the balance on her card reflected several million dollars. 

It wasn’t the wealth of an Alpha or Luna, but it was hers. Every penny hard–earned. 

By the time she arrived at the modest home she once called her own, exhaustion weighed heavily on her 

limbs. 

Days of travel and sleepless nights took their toll, and the moment she collapsed onto the bed, she drifted. into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

It was the first restful night she’d had in years. 

Nora had long battled with insomnia. 

In the early days, it was Alex’s cries that kept her up..nights spent rocking him in her arms until the sun peeked over the horizon. 

Later, it was the relentless tension of border patrol. 

The constant fear of ambushes and attacks had left her nerves frayed, her body permanently wired for danger. 

Friends had often chided her, reminding her that as Luna, she didn’t need to work herself to the bone. 

But Nora had only smiled, her pride shining through. 

“I want Alex to be proud of me as his mom,” she had said. 

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How, loodking back, those words fell follow Foodish, even 

When she woke, the world seemed different 

back 

The sunlight spilled in as she pulled hock the curtains, warming the room and her heart 

For the first time in years, the weight pressing down on her chest felt lighter. 

She tidied up the small house, sweeping away dust and memories. 

Just as she finished, her phone buzzed 

“Ding, ding” 

Her heart skipped a beat. 

The sudden blare of her cell phone alarm startled Nora out of her thoughts. 

She froze for a moment before recalling the purpose of that ringtone.. it was her reminder to call Alex. 

Memories rushed back, sharp and vivid. 

The day of Alex’s birth had been harrowing. 

Nora had hemorrhaged on the delivery table, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain. 

The labor had stretched over twenty–four grueling hours. 

Nine times, the doctors had warned of the worst, yet against all odds, Alex had been born safely.. a 

miracle in itself 

That miracle came with a price. 

From the moment she first held him, frail but alive, Nora had been gripped by an overwhelming fear for 

his health. 

She poured herself into caring for him, fussing over every detail, and making sure he took supplements regularly to strengthen his fragile constitution. 

But Alex had been a playful child, constantly distracted by toys and games. 

The only way Nora could keep track of him was through daily phone calls.. calls that served both as reminders and opportunities to chat, to check on his life, and to soothe her maternal worries. 

She had even set alarms to make sure she wouldn’t forget to call, especially on days when exhaustion Trom work threatened to overtake her. 

Once upon a time, those calls had been precious, 

Alex used to chatter endlessly, his sweet, childlike voice refusing to be the first to hang up. 

He would babble about his day, his friends, and even the smallest details that had made him laugh. 

But over time, things had changed. 

His eagerness faded, replaced by short, distracted replies. 

Conversations grew shorter, and his tone shifted from warmth to impatience. 

Nora had sensed it then.. the growing distance. 

He was going to have a new mom, wasn’t he? Someone soft and sweet, who wouldn’t nag him about vitamins or patrol duties. 

He wouldn’t need her anymore. 

A bitter smile tugged at Nora’s lips. 

Without a second thought, she deleted the alarm, silenced her phone, and grabbed her coat. 

It was time to get out and clear her head. 

Meanwhile, across town 

Alex tore through his closet, tossing clothes aside in frustration. 

“Where’s my navy–blue shirt? The one I had custom–made last year? I need it for the trip!” 

The maid hesitated, wringing her hands. 

“Young Master, Luna packed and organized a lot of your belongings before she left. Perhaps you should give her a call and ask?” 

“I’m not calling her!” 

Alex’s voice rose an octave as he shoved another hanger aside. “And I’ll pray she doesn’t call me either!” 

Arnold appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his usual casual air. 

After I left, Alpha father and son went crazy M 

“If you can’t find it, forget it,” he said. “Linda’s taking you out anyway. Finish packing when you get back tonight.” 

Despite his nonchalant tone, Arnold’s eyes flicked to the clock, 

Nora usually called by now. 

The silence felt… off. But he brushed it aside. Nora was probably busy. It wasn’t worth worrying about. 

Besides, Alex didn’t seem to care. 

The boy practically lit up whenever Linda was around, showering him with toys, sweets, and endless 

affection. 

She was everything Nora wasn’t..carefree, glamorous, and always ready to take him somewhere fun. 

Unlike his own mother, who left for months at a time and nagged him about supplements and responsibilities. 

Today was no different. 

Alex grinned as he spotted Linda waiting for him outside. He darted past the maid and bolted toward her. 

“Wait!” the maid called, hurrying after him. “Young Master, you haven’t taken your supplements yet! Luna specifically said-” 

But Alex ignored her, diving straight into Linda’s outstretched arms like a freed bird. 

There was no way he was sticking around for his mother’s call.. if it even came. 

And he didn’t notice that this time, it wouldn’t. 

Back at the House: 

Nora finished tidying up her things, her hands moving methodically as she sorted through stacks of 

documents and folders. 

Years of work as Luna of Silvermoon had left her with countless files–territory maps, patrol reports, alliance agreements. 

It was all there, neatly organized and ready to be handed over. 

Her phone rested silently on the counter. 

After I left. Alpha father and son went crazy 

Taking a deg la cath, Hora dialed a number she hadn’t called in lung 

“Hello, Cody?” Her votre was calm, sterly 

“IP’s Nora. I’m ready to hand off Loma’s work