After I Let Go My Alpha He Knelt in Regret novel Chapter 64

Chapter 48 

“I’ll take the car to the repair company,” I continued, “and I’ll send you the bill 

Without waiting for a response, I took Jane by the hand and walked past the stupefied men, pendag 

at the stunned faces of Alice and the boys, 

With one last laugh, I departed from the car park, leaving them standing there, speechless and 

frustrated. 

The weight of the confrontation lingered in the air, but as I left the car park a sense of satisfaction filled me. 

For the first time in a long time, I felt in control of my destiny, ready to face any challenge. 

As I walked toward the academy entrance, lost in thought, a sharp car siren yanked me back to reality. I turned to find Lorik waving at me from his sleek black car, a sight that immediately attracted the attention of every student nearby. Their eyes followed him, and I had to act like I hadn’t noticed as I hurried my steps, determined to maintain my composure. 

Despite my attempt at discretion, Lorik wasn’t having it. His car crept along the side of the road, keeping pace with me until I turned onto a quiet, unoccupied street. Reluctantly, I slipped into the passenger seat, tension already brewing in the silence between us. 

“You were way too flashy just now,” I blurted as soon as the door closed. “We need to keep a low profile at school. People are starting to suspect things.” 

He didn’t acknowledge my frustration. Instead, his curiosity got the better of him, and he changed the subject. “Why didn’t you drive today?” 

“There was a little trouble,” I muttered, brushing off the memory of the confrontation earlier, “but I 

handled it.” 

Lorik’s hand moved to the steering wheel, his tone casual yet possessive. “You don’t really need to 

drive, you know. As your Alpha and teacher, I could give you a free ride every day.” 

A cynical laugh slipped from my lips. “Some things that are free come with the highest price.” The 

words hung in the air, thick with meaning. His offer reminded me of the invisible strings attached to everything between us. 

I hesitated before my next question, the weight of old memories creeping into my voice. “How many women did you sleep with when you were at school?” 

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The unexpected shift In the conversation caught Lorik off guard. His hand paused on the wheel, his 

yes narrowing slightly as he processed the question. He fell silent, clearly uncertain how we’d gotten here. After a moment, he answered quietly, “One.” 

I felt disappointment churn in my chest, cold and sharp. Whether it was a lie or genuine forgetfulness, the answer stung. How could he forget me? Or maybe he chose to. 

My expression hardened as I turned my gaze to the window, unwilling to engage any further. The car rolled on in heavy silence, and though Lorik opened his mouth once or twice as if to say something, he never did. The tension grew, a thick, invisible wall between us that neither seemed ready to tear down. 

The next morning was unusually tense. I could feel it in the air as I sat in the Tactical Theory class, my fingers nervously tapping the edge of the desk. It wasn’t just the content of the lesson that had me on edge; it was knowing that Lorik would be teaching this class. Living with him had brought an unexpected twist to my life–one that I wasn’t sure how to navigate. 

On days like this, he would drive me to school, our mornings a mixture of comfortable silence and awkward conversations. Then we’d go our separate ways, only to meet again in class, where he became the authoritative figure that everyone respected–or feared. 

As I sat there, trying to focus on the lesson, I couldn’t help but overhear my classmates whispering among themselves. “Did you hear?” one of them said, leaning in close to her friend. “Someone vandalized a multi–million dollar car in the parking lot. They say it’s worth over ten million dollars!” 

“Yeah, I heard. Apparently, it belongs to some big shot’s kid. There’s no way it belongs to a regular 

student.” 

I stiffened at their words, my heart racing. They were talking about my car–the Koenigsegg my. father, Ethan Winter, had given me. The one Alice and her goons had vandalized. 

The murmurs continued, and I caught snippets of their conversation. “I bet the headmaster’s going to lose it,” one of them said with a smirk. “Whoever did it is in deep trouble.”