However, just as he lifted his leg, Ashley grabbed his arm.
“Ferris, I still don’t feel well. Will you company me to grab some meds?”
In that time, I had already taken the medical records Craig handed me and walked with him toward the patient ward.
Ferris frowned, his gaze lingering where I had disappeared for a moment, then nodded.
Ferris didn’t come home all night.
In the past, I would have left a light on for him, but not anymore.
Whether he came home or not no longer mattered.
At midnight, I was awakened by urgent phone ringing. The caller ID showed Ethan.
“Hello?”
‘Aurora, today is my sister Clara’s birthday party. Alpha Ferris is drunk–could you come pick him up?”
I checked the time–it was already 1 AM.
I was about to refuse Ethan when I suddenly remembered that no one knew about Ferris and my plan to sever our bond.
f I refused this request, it might spread unnecessary rumors.
Okay, send me the location.”
After hanging up, I got up and prepared to leave. On second thought, I found a gift box containing an exquisite silk scarf.
After all, it was Ethan’s sister’s birthday party–better to bring a gift.
When I reached the bar’s private room, the door opened to overwhelming alcohol fumes and chaotic music.
he lighting was dim, and a group of young werewolves were making noise and cheering.
In the innermost sofa, Ferris half–reclined against the seat, his suit collar open, eyes closed–I couldn’t tell if he was asleep.
n his arms lay a beautifully dressed girl, her fingers resting on his chest, laughing coquettishly.
he moment the door opened, everyone looked at me,
he music paused briefly, Ferris was also startled awake, slowly opening those pale golden eyes.
lis brow moved slightly. He opened his eyes drowsily to look at me–first confusion, then a deep frown: “Aurora, what are you doing here?”
After speaking, he swept the room with cold eyes.
That look seemed to ask: who called her here?
didn’t rush to answer him but walked toward the girl in the white dress sitting in the center, handing her the gift.
Clara, happy birthday.”
Clara accepted the gift and thanked me politely.
Then I bent down to look at Ferris: “Let’s go home. You’re drunk–1 came to get you.”
The corner of his mouth curved into a mocking smile: “You still care about me?”
I didn’t answer, just bent down to half–lift him up, my movements practiced but without any intimacy.
“Who are you? He’s the guy I picked for tonight.”
The girl who had been lying on him stood up to stop me.
I glanced at her, my smile calm and cold: “He’s my mate. We’ve been bonded for three years. Would you like to see our marks?”
The girl froze, her face changing.
She hadn’t expected me, the legendary “Luna,” to actually exist.
I didn’t spare her another glance, supporting the swaying drunk Ferris as we headed out.
Ferris suddenly raised his hand to weakly grasp my sleeve, murmuring softly:
“Aurora… don’t you love me anymore?”
