Chapter 91
The organizer took the stage, his voice commanding the attention of the room as he began his speech. I found my seat near the front, sitting with perfect posture, my face calm. I could feel the weight of the stares, the whispers that followed me as I moved through the room, but I kept my focus
on the stage.
This was a night of peace, of unity, and I was determined not to let my personal turmoil overshadow the importance of the event.
As the speech went on, I felt someone slip into the seat beside me. I glanced over, surprised to see
Maurice. His presence was unexpected, but somehow comforting. Maurice leaned in, his voice low
enough that only I could hear. “Hey, you’re going to be playing on stage in a few minutes. Feeling
nervous?”
I shook my head slightly, a small smile touching my lips. “Not nervous.”
He chuckled softly. “Shirley, you’re incredibly brave. Someone who belongs on stage.”
His words were kind, meant to reassure, but they stirred something deep within me. I laughed softly,
but the sound was hollow. “I wasn’t always like this, you know. I used to be shy, easily frightened,
always anxious. It took a lot of experience to get to where I am now.”
As I spoke, my mind drifted back to the past, to the days when I had pushed myself so hard, all in the
name of love. I had wanted to be perfect for Lorik, to be someone worthy of his attention and admiration. I had spent hours honing my skills, learning the art of diplomacy, practicing my manners and dancing, all to meet the expectations of the Silvermoon Pack.
I used to be naive, naive enough to think that if I worked hard enough, I could keep our relationship going.
But now that I think about it, I was the only one who was struggling for that.
Nowadays, I don’t want to give everything I have for someone who has only caused me hurt and pain. Now that I have a lot of people who love me and a thriving business, I should be putting my energy and love into them.
Maurice noticed the change in my expression, his eyes softening with concern. “Shirley, are you okay?”
I raised a smile, ‘It’s okay, I’m going to get ready to go on stage in a few minutes when the speaker
nishes.‘
After I Let Go My Alpha, He Knelt in Regret
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With that said, I turned my attention back to the stage.
That’s when I saw him.
Lorik.
He stood on the opposite side of the room, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that emphasized his broad shoulders. His dark hair was neatly styled, his face clean–shaven, and he looked every bit the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. The room seemed to pause, all eyes turning toward him as he made his way to the stage.
He was a commanding presence, his mere appearance drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Especially the women, who couldn’t seem to take their eyes off him.
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