After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 49

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But tonight’s family gathering made me hesitate. I eventually declined since I and Lork were pretending to be a happy couple so not attending the dinner would not be reasonable. 

Ttyped “I am extremely sorry as I have some family commitments tonight but I am sure I’ll make it “some other day” and sent the message… 

His reply came quickly, his usually cold demeanor softened with a cute, little cat emoji making an “okay” gesture. I couldn’t help but smile. 

put my phone away and noticed Daria and Lorik watching me intently. 

“What’s got you smiling?” Darla asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. 

Lorik’s gaze was more calculating, trying to decipher my mood. He seemed to be struggling with a hint of jealousy, 

I shrugged, giving a vague answer. “Just I read some funny message“. Daria exchanged a look with 

Lorik, who seemed to sulk a bit. 

“It’s from a friend. He was thanking me for something that I did for him.. 

Lorik’s expressions changed to extreme jealous mode but he tried to change the topic immediately.. I noticed and chuckled inside 

Evening fell swiftly, and the servants bustled around, preparing for the family gathering with an air of seriousness. The scent of rich food wafted through the mansion. 

As I descended the stairs, I saw Lorik’s father seated at the head of the table. To my shock, Lorcia was seated in the place of honor, closest to him. 

Lorcia stood across the room, adorned in an elegant gown that flowed gracefully as she p 

gestured animatedly while speaking with Andrew. Her bright smile lit up the conversation, but the moment her gaze fell on me, that pleasant expression shifted into something sharp and mocking, a smirk. designed to provoke. 

s of 

I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, I maintained my composure, the corners iny mouth lifting slightly in a response that was barely a smile. Just then, I felt a gentle but firm grip. on my arm. Turning my head slightly, I saw Lorik, dressed impeccably in a sleek, well–tailored suit that fit him perfectly. His presence was commanding, effortlessly exuding control and authority. 

Without a word, he guided me toward the grand staircase that led down to the dining hall, his hand. never leaving my arm. He leaned in close, his voice low and smooth as he whispered in my ear, 

There’s a good show coming tonight.” 

Curiosity piqued, I tilted my head slightly toward him and whispered back, “What kind of show?” 

Lorik’s lips curled into a smile, barely visible but unmistakable in its meaning. “You’ll see soon enough. Just don’t rush it,” he said, his voice filled with quiet amusement. 

As we descended the stairs together, the soft murmurs of conversation filled the air. The grand chandelier hanging above the room cast a warm glow over the ornate dining table, which was already set for dinner. Plates gleamed in the candlelight, and the scent of freshly prepared food lingered in the air, though tension hovered like an uninvited guest. 

Daria, sitting at one end of the table, was visibly irritated. She had been deep in conversation with Andrew, her sharp words biting as they debated something I hadn’t caught. Her annoyance was clear, but when her gaze fell upon Lorik and me–our heads close together, whispering in what 

appeared to be a private conversation–her expression changed. A mischievous smile spread across her face, and she called out in an exaggerated, playful tone, “Wow, look at my brother and Shirley! Don’t they look perfect together? Makes you envious, doesn’t it?” 

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Daria was being sarcastic, but there was warmth in her words, as if she were on my side in this strange game we were all playing. 

“Envious? Really?” I replied lightly, letting my voice carry just enough for everyone at the table to hear. I met Daria’s eyes, and she gave me a knowing smile in return. 

Lorik pulled out a chair for me, and I took my seat, glancing across the table where Lorcia sat, her every move laced with intention. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes flashing as she caught Lorik’s attention. With a seductive smile, she addressed him in a voice dripping with false sweetness. 

“Lorik, it’s been so long since you visited me. You must be incredibly busy with work these days, J 

remember how, when I hurt my hand, you stayed by my side all night, taking care of me. You’ve always been so considerate. But you really should look after your health too,” she said, her words, carefully chosen, designed to stir something in him. 

Lorik’s expression didn’t waver. He looked at her with a calm indifference, the faintest hint of 

amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve been out of the Werewolf Council’s custody 

for some time now, haven’t you?” 

Lorcia’s smile faltered, just for a second, but she quickly regained her composure. “You know that 

was all a misunderstanding,” she said, her tone soft, almost pleading. 

gh, was it?” Lorik’s voice was deceptively calm, his gaze unwavering. “Because I’ve heard some 

Let Go My Alpha. He knelt in Regret