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

would leave the moonstone lanterns lit for him. Not

came back or not.

Healing Institute, I encountered Sophia and Oliver

to pass them, but Sophia stopped

she addressed

wolf Cora bristling slightly. “What do

concerned. “Do you dislike

her question. “That’s unnecessary

heading to the Central Healing Institute after dropping

casual. “He spent the

our strained mate bond like silver. I suppressed

have my own

my arm. I forcefully pulled

stumbled and fell

his mother fall and pushed me with surprising strength for a young

“Bad woman!” he shouted

stomped on it repeatedly with deliberate malice, his small feet

instincts flared. I pulled Oliver away from my phone, causing the boy to fall and

vehicle. His wolf’s presence immediately filled the space

momentarily betraying his usual emotional

Marcus through his tears. “She

checked Oliver for injuries while confronting me. “You shouldn’t take your anger out on

pup”

“You’re ignoring the fact that Oliver intentionally destroyed

“Oliver was just

displeasure. “You’re overreacting by

was wounded by his blatant favoritism. “I didn’t push

“Would a young pup fabricate lies

mate, Healer Elena?”

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distrust I

was my misfortune,” I

to leave, Marcus’s Alpha command stopped

slightly. “Apologize to Oliver. He’s just a

fists as Cora snarled within

security cameras mounted beneath the moonstone lanterns

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

to false accusations.”

left without another word, my wolf’s dignity

(Sophia’s POV)

worried about what the surveillance might

unharmed. I believe Elena didn’t act

the conversation urgently. “Marcus, please take Oliver to Crescent Ridge Academy. He’s about to

late for enrollment.”

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

returned to his vehicle and drove away, leaving

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

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