Alpha's Regret: False Mate, True Luna novel Chapter 25

I paused in my steps, not answering.

But Ferris suddenly pulled me forcefully into his embrace, murmuring in a low voice: “Don’t go… don’t leave me tonight…”

His scent pressed down the moment he drew near, mixed with alcohol, like familiar yet burning fog enveloping me.

That was his unique scent of black amber and tobacco, once my source of security upon waking and sleeping each day, but now it only made my chest feel stuffy

He held me tightly–I couldn’t push him away at all.

He pressed very close, his chin lightly resting on the top of my head, his voice hoarse: “You’ve been so distant… are you going to abandon me?”

My eyelashes trembled slightly. Even knowing he was drunk and his words couldn’t be trusted, I still softened an inch in that instant.

I had clearly told myself to let go, but hearing the tone in which he called my name still cut into my heart like a knife.

At that moment, a familiar female voice rang out nearby.

“Ferris!”

I froze, lifting my eyes to see Ashley pushing open the private room door, walking quickly over in high heels.

She wore a silver short dress with perfect makeup, but her expression clearly showed panic.

Ethan’s face looked somewhat unpleasant: “Why are you here?”

Clara looked at him innocently: “I called her… I saw Alpha Ferris was heavily drunk. Isn’t she his girlfriend?”

The air seemed to hit pause suddenly, falling silent for an instant.

Ferris’s hand on my shoulder tightened slightly, then let go.

Ashley’s gaze fell between us. Her expression stiffened first, then showed an unnatural smile.

‘I… I was afraid something would happen to him, so I rushed over.”

Her voice was soft, carrying deliberately suppressed grievance.

seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly awkward, Clara quickly tried to smooth things over:

Since everyone’s here, let’s all hang out for a while before leaving.”

The ambiguous atmosphere stirred up by alcohol and pheromones instantly cooled.

He looked down at me, his eyes slightly dark, then said nothing and slowly stepped away.

Clara opened the gift bag 1 had given her: “Wow! Aurora, you also gave me this scarf!”

“This scarf costs over a hundred thousand. She’s just a doctor–how much can she make in a month? How could she possibly afford to buy such an expensive gift?”

Someone tried to ease the atmosphere, forcing a smile: “Aurora is our Luna. Maybe Alpha gave it to her and she brought it on his behalf-”

Before he could finish, Ferris coldly interrupted him.

“Aurora.” His tone was suppressed as if he were restraining something. “If you run out of money, just tell me. And gifts… I can help you prepare them.”

He spoke vaguely, stopping at: “Just don’t…”

Don’t hand out fake ones, it’s embarrassing.

He ultimately didn’t say it aloud, but the air was already filled with a nearly humiliating silence–everyone understood.

This wasn’t a gift from Ferris.

And I, an ordinary physician, what right did I have to give a scarf of this caliber?

I looked at him, the corners of my lips slightly raised, but my voice carried ice:

“Ferris, do you also think mine’s a fake?”