After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 3: Broken Bonds

Chapter 3 Broken Bonds

(Marcus’s POV)

Just as I was about to release Sophia from my protective embrace, she grabbed my arm. Her fingers. trembled against my skin.

“Marcus, I’m still not feeling well. Can you accompany me to get some moonlight herbs?” she asked weakly.

I frowned, my eyes shifting away from Elena’s disappearing figure. Something twisted in my chest as t watched my mate walk away, her shoulders rigid with hurt.

“Of course,” Irumbled softly, acknowledging Sophia’s request.

We walked to the Moonstone Apothecary in silence. My mind kept drifting back to Elena’s cold expression, the way she’d called me “Alpha” with such formal distance.

Sophia noticed my distraction. She smiled cautiously, her voice hesitant.

“Marcus, I need to ask you something important.”

I turned to her, waiting.

“Could you help get Oliver enrolled in Crescent Ridge Academy? He needs proper pack documentation, and I was hoping you could temporarily register him under your pack name.” She quickly added, “It would only be temporary and kept secret from the other pack members.”

I stared at her, my wolf Logan stirring uneasily within me. Logan always recognized Elena as his mate, which was against my own feelings.

The wolfs restlessness made my jaw clench.

(Sophia’s POV)

I avoided Marcus’s intense gaze, worried I had overstepped.

“Have I offended you?” I asked worriedly.

Marcus’s expression darkened. “Putting Oliver under my direct pack lineage isn’t appropriate.”

My heart sank, but he continued.

“However, I could arrange for my grandmother, Margaret Blackwood, to adopt him as a step–grandson within the Blackwood bloodline.

I was shocked. This would make Oliver the same generation as Marcus within the pack hierarchy. The implications were staggering

Marcus pressed forward, his Alphá authority seeping into his voice. “Are you unwilling?”

I hid my calculating thoughts behind a mask of gratitude. This could elevate my position within the Shadow

Moon Pack through my son’s connection to the Blackwood lineage.

“No, I’m honored by your generosity,” I agreed, feeling both resentful and hopeful

(Elena’s POV)

~ Chapter 1 Broken

our shared den all

past, I would leave the moonstone lanterns lit for him.

came back or not.

Institute, I encountered Sophia and

pass them, but

she addressed

Cora bristling slightly. “What do

carefully concerned. “Do you

brushed off her question. “That’s unnecessary concern between pack

Oliver clinging to her side. “I’m also heading to the Central Healing Institute after dropping

“He spent

cut through our strained mate bond like silver. I suppressed the hurt,

have my own

arm. I forcefully pulled

stumbled and fell

me

“Bad woman!” he shouted

on it repeatedly with deliberate malice, his small feet crushing

wolf’s protective instincts flared. I pulled Oliver away from my phone, causing the boy to fall and begin

sleek black vehicle. His wolf’s presence immediately filled the space

concern momentarily betraying his usual emotional

to Marcus through his

while confronting me. “You

pup”

to maintain my composure. “You’re ignoring

“Oliver was just protecting his mother

displeasure. “You’re overreacting by confronting a

his blatant favoritism. “I didn’t push

sarcastically through our mate bond. “Would a young pup fabricate lies to

mate, Healer Elena?”

Chapter 3 Broken

I realized the futility of defending

my

leave, Marcus’s Alpha command stopped

his tone slightly. “Apologize to Oliver. He’s just

clenched into fists as Cora snarled within me. I

pointed to the security cameras mounted beneath the

fault, I apologize. But if it proves my innocence, I refuse

to false accusations.”

another word, my

(Sophia’s POV)

attention, worried about what

unharmed. I believe Elena didn’t act

the conversation urgently. “Marcus, please take Oliver to Crescent

late for enrollment.”

touch. I’ve already contacted Headmaster Thompson. You should

and drove away,

Marcus’s car disappear, squeezing Oliver’s hand tightly enough to make him whimper

my grip, I smiled with cold calculation. “You did well,