Alpha's Regret Too Late to Love Me novel Chapter 6

Summer’ POV

Suzanna’s familiar voice made my stomach churn with nausea.

She had always been this way—reaping all the benefits while putting on that sickeningly innocent face, all doe eyes and soft smiles, making everyone believe she was delicate and lovable.

But I knew what lay beneath that mask—calculating, manipulative, cruel.

I took a deep breath, forcing down the rage bubbling in my chest. I was about to turn and leave with Felix when the long-absent principal finally turned the corner and spotted us.

“Oh! Luna Summer, you’re here? Come in, come in—Alpha Foster is inside too.”

I didn’t have time to stop her. She had already pushed open the office door.

The door slammed into the wall with a loud thud, and the conversation inside came to an abrupt halt.

Alpha Foster’s face stiffened, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes.

“When did you get here?” he asked, forcing a smile. His voice sounded rushed. “Why didn’t you knock?”

I didn’t answer. My eyes had already found her—Suzanna.

She wore an ivory dress, her long hair pulled into a loose low ponytail. A gentle smile sat perfectly on her face, her hands folded neatly on her lap. She looked every bit the refined lady of the house.

Noticing where my gaze had landed, Alpha Foster quickly stepped in to explain.

“Summer, don’t misunderstand. I only just found out that Suzanna and Moore had returned to the country.”

“We happened to run into each other, so I figured I’d help them enroll here, and you—”

“I understand,” I cut him off coldly, my face expressionless. I tightened my grip on Felix’s hand and turned to leave.

But Suzanna’s voice stopped me—gentle, bright, and perfectly timed, as if she were completely unaware of the tension in the room.

“Luna Summer, it’s been a while.”

She calmly took Moore’s hand and said sweetly,

“Felix, this is your big brother Moore. Come say hi. You two really are fated to meet.”

The little boy stepped forward, tilting his head as he studied Felix. Then he scrunched up his face in disgust and said, loud and clear:

“Mommy, his left eye is fake. That’s gross. Why didn’t someone get him a real one?”

The air froze instantly.

Felix’s body went rigid. His face turned pale, and he instinctively shrank behind me.

Something in my chest snapped—like a match igniting gasoline.

I felt my fury erupt, hot and uncontrollable.

“Say that again, I dare you.”

I ground the words out through clenched teeth, stepping forward, hand raised.

“Summer, that’s enough!”

Alpha Foster caught my wrist—not forcefully, but firmly enough to stop me.

I whipped around, my eyes red with rage, my voice trembling beyond control.

“He called Felix disgusting! You heard him! He humiliated my son!”

“He’s just a kid! He didn’t mean it!” Alpha Foster’s brows drew together, his tone suddenly cold, impatient.

“You’re an adult. Are you really going to fight with a child?”

I froze.

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