Alpha's Regret: False Mate True Luna novel Chapter 341

chapter 341

Ferris wanted nothing more than to hold me even tighter.

No matter how I tried, I couldn’t break free from his grip. My whole body was burning hot, and I became anxious:

“Ferris, let go!”

Ferris’s throat tightened, reluctant to release me.

“Let’s sleep together tonight.”

His scorching breath fell against my ear, making my ears burn red.

Ferris’s large hands lifted me up, easily placing me on the bed.

His gaze was different now.

Gone was the coldness and distance of the past–there was only naked desire and anxiety, as if once he let go, I would leave again.

I closed my eyes, the struggle in my heart threatening to tear me apart.

–Could I really forgive him?

Could all those deceptions, those mistaken identities, those tears shed in the night really vanish with this moment of

tenderness?

When I placed my hand on my belly, feeling that new life within, I suddenly had my answer.

I… didn’t know if I still loved Ferris, but for this child’s sake, I was willing to give him one last chance.

Just a chance, nothing more.

My fingertips trembled as they traced across the back of his hand, my breathing ragged.

I heard my own voice, barely audible: “Ferris, if you disappoint me one more time, I won’t give you another chance.”

He froze, then gripped my hand tightly, as if making a vow: “Never again. This time, I only want to be with you until

the end.”

I looked at him, seeing sincerity and unease hidden in those eyes. Finally, I could no longer voice any rejection.

Tears slid down from the corners of my eyes, but they carried an unprecedented sense of release.

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chapter 341

Outside, the wind and snow had stopped.

The firelight danced, casting our intertwined shadows.

That night, I didn’t push him away again.

I had always thought that wounds in life would bleed forever, never able to heal. But when I held Ferris’s hand and heard him whisper in my ear “I’ll never hurt you again,” I suddenly understood that wounds don’t disappear, but they can heal, leaving scars that remind us of the paths we’ve walked.

Outside the window was deep winter, snowflakes falling softly, already accumulating in a white layer in the

courtyard.

The neighbor’s children were chasing each other in the snow, their laughter piercing through the cold, filling the

entire yard.

Mary, wrapped in a thick scarf, sat by the doorway, quietly watching them with a gentle smile on her face.

I stood under the porch, with Ferris beside me.

Though he couldn’t see now, I knew he was listening. He remembered every familiar sound–the children’s laughter Mary’s coughing, even the subtle sounds of my breathing.

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