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Alpha’s Vow: Reclaiming his lost Luna

Alpha Kaelen is left shattered when his fated mate, Elara, vanishes during a brutal siege on their pack. Presumed dead by many, he refuses to abandon hope, fueled by a sacred vow to find her. Years later, a mysterious warrior with Elara’s eyes appears, but she remembers nothing of their past. Kaelen must battle rival packs and internal treachery to reclaim his lost Luna and unlock the secrets behind her disappearance before they lose everything.
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Chapter 31

The sudden sound of glass breaking jolted her out of her tirade.

"Oh my goodness! C-Cyrus, are you out of your mind? Oh Luna, your hand!" Alex’s eyes widened as he watched the ooze from the pure-blood alpha's hand. 

As she was about to touch him again, Cyrus turned to face her with red, glowing eyes.

"Leave!" Cyrus’s voice is so frightening that it almost makes her fall to her Knees. 

But because she had already started luring the pure blood, Alex refused to submit and listen to him as she stood firm.

 "NO! Cyrus, you need help. Please let me help you. I know you are hurt and now your hand is….”

"I said leave now! Alex. Leave!." Cyrus says. 

He could feel blood dripping from his hand but he couldn't feel the pain at all. 

He knows that the alcohol in his system isn't numbing the pain in his hand. The truth is, the pain in his hand is nothing compared to the immense pain he feels from the hole in his heart.

"Cyrus, I said I will not leave you not when you need someone to at least lessen your pain." Alex pleads as she steps closer to pull Cyrus’s body close to her but the pure-blood alpha shoves her away and growls.

"Stop acting as if you could lessen the pain, Alex, you are not Aria. Now leave!" Cyrus’s voice boomed inside his mansion. 

He knows his baby is safe because Felicia was with her. 

He also knows he's being a dick to his friend right now but he couldn't tolerate how Alex was trying to seduce him when he already told her that he wasn’t interested.

Alex opens her mouth only to close it again when Cyrus points at the door. 

With a heavy heart and a shattered ego, Alex chose to surrender for the evening as she knew she wouldn't be able to convince the pure blood to listen to her, and she didn't want to upset him further.

"I may not be Aria, but Cyrus always remember that I will never leave your side as she did. Please do something about your hand. I'm leaving tonight but I'll come back tomorrow. Take care of yourself, Cyrus." Alex says 

She pretended like she wasn’t hurt by the pure-blood alpha's words. 

She knows Cyrus will be very difficult to convince that she was the right one for him but she doesn't have any plans of giving up anytime soon.

Cyrus let out a sigh after he made sure that Alex was gone. 

He looked at his wounded hand and noticed a tiny broken glass in his skin. 

He removes it and throws it on the floor

knowing that the maids would clean the mess after he leaves. 

Cyrus was shocked when he returned to the bar, and Felicia was already there.

"Felicia, what are you doing here? Where's Kiana? Did something happen?”

"She's in her room  peacefully sleeping not aware that her father just made a mess in the living room." Felicia cuts him off before she carefully moves closer to him.

Cyrus didn't move away when the older omega woman took his hand carefully.

 He doesn't know why but there's something about his daughter's nanny that makes him calm. 

It's as if she's the only one he could trust Kiana with even when he has to leave for a long period. 

Felicia starts to clean his wound and it's only then did he realizes that she brought out the first aid kit they kept at the bar area.

"You've been with us for a very long time but I never saw any of your family members. Do you still have a family?" Cyrus tried to start a conversation because there was something about the old woman's silence that made him uncomfortable. 

It's as if the old omega is purposely releasing pheromones that keep him on the edge.

Felicia didn't even bother to lift her head to look at her boss when she finally decided to speak.

"I have a family, sir. They're far away from here because I don't want them near any wealthy and powerful people. They're safer in our province." 

she says

 She starts patting the deep wounds with sterile cotton.

Cyrus frowns when he hears the older woman's reason.

 He knows that there are rich and powerful wolves who are evil but her words feel like it's not just a simple rich-poor situation so he decides to ask again because it's better to hear the woman's words than to get anxious with the silence between them.

"Why did you say it's safer that way? Did something happen before? I mean, are there any rich people who ever hurt your family?" Cyrus asks, his eyes following the old woman's hand on his own.

Felicia lifted her gaze. 

She wanted to say 

'YES! Your father will surely hurt my family the moment I tell you what is going on with Julius, Alex, and Aria.' instead, she just nods.

"Someone hurt your family?"

"My brother was killed while he was working with a wealthy and powerful family." She said with sadness in her voice.

Cyrus froze upon hearing that.

"Did you get justice for him? Did you sue the family of his boss?" he asked because if they didn't, then he'd make sure they would get it now.

Felicia smiled bitterly as she shook her head.

"We didn't sue the family of their boss because they were all killed the same night my brother was killed too."

"Wait, all of them?"

"Yes, all of them, including their infant."

Cyrus froze upon hearing the old woman's revelation. 

He mentally scolded himself for being too worked up about the whole thing when it probably happened a long time ago. 

But then he still found himself asking her question again as if it was a little boy or a girl, very eager to know the ending of the story.

 "Did you find out who did it to them?"

Felicia took a deep breath this time. She could still remember how her whole family begged to reopen the case and investigate the tragic fire that killed her brother and the family of his boss but their cries and pleas only fell on deaf ears.

"No. Unfortunately, the investigation said that the fire was an accident. 

Probably started by the daughter of my brother's boss because the poor child’s body was burned almost into ashes. 

Our whole family grieved the poor family's tragic fate, and ever since then, I don't want any of my family members to come near any of the rich people. They are scary." Felicia ended her story as she ended up putting the bandage on his wounded hand.

Cyrus lifted his hand and saw how neat the bandage was. He smiled before he turned to face the old woman.

"How come you're not scared of me then?" he asked, genuinely curious of the old woman's answer.

"Because you're not a monster like them Mr Cyrus. I used to see warmth in your eyes so I hope I'll see them again. It might not be today or tomorrow but I hope to see them again someday." Felicia said with a warm smile this time.

Cyrus felt his heart clench at the older woman's words. 

He didn’t know why but that night he felt his emotions were in shambles that he didn't even realize when he was already voicing out his thoughts.

"Do you also believe them? I mean, do you also believe that my mate… Aria... Do you believe that she left us for another man?" Cyrus asked, his voice low as if he was so scared to know the answer.

Felicia froze. 

She knew she could not say anything to him but when she repeated the question in her mind, she slowly smiled to herself.

 The question is if she 'believes' Aria left for another man and not if she 'knows' it.

"Not at all Mr. Cyrus I've watched you both happy together. I've seen the way he looks at you like you light up the sky with stars for her. I don't know what happened between both of you, but I'm certain...Mrs Aria did not leave you and her daughter or another man. And I hope you know that after all...you're the one carrying her mark." Felicia said before she finally left to check on Kiana in her room.

That night, Cyrus went into his bedroom, his head a chaos of thoughts, and as he was about to sleep when he remembered the conversation he had with the older omega woman.

"At least we are still alive, we could still make everything right.”

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