After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 145

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I rolled my eyes, trying not to let my heart flutter too much. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just came to drop off the papers you forgot,” I said, placing the files on his desk. 

As I turned to leave, he swiftly wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me close. “Leaving already?” he murmured against my car. “Stay a little longer.” 

I felt my cheeks heat up, especially as I remembered how his hands had wandered a bit too much during our combat class the other day. I cleared my throat and wriggled out of his grip, giving him a 

light kick on the leg for good measure. 

“Behave yourself, Professor,” I warned with a smirk. “And try not to be so… ambiguous during class.” 

He chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.” 

I left his office and headed to my next class, which was combat theory. As soon as I entered the room, I felt dozens of eyes on me. There was a mix of admiration, envy, and curiosity. Some students 

even discreetly snapped photos of me on their phones. It wasn’t too long ago that everyone here saw me as just another pretty face, unworthy of someone like Lorik. But things had changed. 

Little did they know that I had achieved much more than they could imagine. I had won a gold 

medal in the prestigious piano competition–a feat no one had managed in years–and I was also a legendary race car driver, now back in the spotlight. Thanks to my recent successes, even the late–awakening wolves in school had started to see some relief from the bullying they once faced. 

Not long after, Lorik arrived to start the lecture. As he began discussing various battle strategies, the large screen behind him displayed clips of different fights. Suddenly, the screen flickered, and the images changed. The classroom grew quiet as the faces of a middle–aged man and woman appeared 

on the screen. 

My breath caught in my throat. It was Morpheus and Shakira–my adoptive parents. They were on a talk show, looking worn and uncomfortable, sitting awkwardly side by side. 

“Today, we have with us the parents of the legendary race car driver and renowned pianist, Ms. Shirley,” the host announced. 

Immediately, murmurs erupted throughout the classroom. 

“Wait, aren’t her real parents famous too? Isn’t her father Ethan Winter, the pianist?” 

Yeah, then who are these two?” 

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“Is she a fraud? I thought she was legit…” 

Sosia, never missing an opportunity to stir the pot, loudly exclaimed, “I heard that our dear Shirley abandoned her adoptive parents the moment she made it big. Left them in the dust and didn’t even help them out financially. She even took property that belonged to their pack.” 

The whispers around me grew louder, and I could feel the eyes on me, watching, judging. But I kept my face neutral, staring at the screen without flinching. 

On the show, the host leaned forward, asking my adoptive parents, “So, tell us, what was Ms. Shirley’s upbringing like?” 

I braced myself for what was to come. 

Morpheus shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he replied, his voice shaky. “First of all, we are Miss Shirley’s adoptive father and mother.”