After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 23 The Slap

Chapter 23: The Slap

Chapter 23: The Slap

(Elena’s POV)

I slept peacefully in the Shadow Wing Guest Suite that night. For the first time in months, I didn’t lie awake wondering when Marcus would return home.

The next morning, I encountered him at breakfast in the Great Hall. He looked tired and haggard, his usually pristine Alpha presence showing rare signs of fatigue.

Dark circles shadowed his golden eyes. His perfectly styled hair was slightly disheveled, as if he’d run his hands through it repeatedly.

Catherine Hayes brought breakfast with her usual efficiency. She glanced between us expectantly, clearly waiting for me to help serve Marcus as I always had.

But I remained seated, calmly eating my own meal. I didn’t ask about his sleep or inquire about his preferences for the day.

Catherine’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise. She sensed the subtle tension between us, wondering if we had quarreled.

Marcus noticed my indifference immediately. His jaw tightened as he watched me ignore his presence completely.

I could feel his irritation radiating across the table. But I continued eating without acknowledging him.

Catherine approached Marcus hesitantly. “Alpha, is the breakfast not to your taste this morning?”

“I have no appetite,” he said curtly, pushing back from the table.

He left abruptly without another word. His footsteps echoed harshly against the marble floors.

Catherine watched him go with worried eyes. “Oh dear, I hope I haven’t done something wrong with the

cooking.”

She turned to me anxiously. “Do you think he’ll dock my wages?”

“The Alpha’s mood has nothing to do with your food quality,” I reassured her gently.

Catherine lingered beside my chair, clearly wanting to say more. Her maternal instincts were getting the

better of her discretion.

“Miss Elena, if I may speak freely…” she began carefully.

I looked up from my plate, giving her permission to continue.

can see the Alpha cares about you. Otherwise he wouldn’t be so angry

Catherine had worked for

our dynamics closely.

you would always ask about his sleep and meals during breakfast,” she continued softly.

Chapter 23. The Slap

Those breakfast moments used to be my only chance for intimate

Marcus.

gauge his mood and try to make conversation. But I always seemed to say the wrong thing and

him, why wasn’t he happy?

Catherine’s well–meaning advice. I didn’t want to harbor any more unrealistic fantasies about our mate

the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute, Pack Nurse Rachel

Senior Healer Rivers wants to see you

familiar corridors. The antiseptic smell of the healing institute filled

Sophia’s office, I was immediately sprayed with water. Oliver Rivers stood behind his mother’s desk, wielding a bright blue

laughed gleefully, pumping the

was soaked through, clinging uncomfortably to my skin. The cold

unruly child. But I restrained myself, knowing any reaction would be twisted

her expression perfectly crafted to

not how we treat guests,” she scolded

satisfaction.

me. “I’m so sorry about his behavior, Healer

declined, pulling tissues from my pocket

Oliver continued giggling behind the desk.

my nerves.

turned to leave, Sophia’s voice stopped me

hope you remember that I’m your supervisor

carried the authority Marcus had granted her. The reminder of my

wound.

“Mommy, can the bad aunt

smile turned predatory. “What a

looked directly at me, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. “Elena, would you

me and Marcus’s son?”

son” was deliberate and cutting. She was flaunting their

Chapter 23. The Slap

designed to humiliate me by highlighting my childless status. The implication that she

than being affected by her provocation, I remained calm. “Buying a cake is no trouble at

She had expected anger or

office and returned to my own workspace. Instead of personally fetching

dessert shop using my

(Sophia’s POV)

my office an hour later, I realized Elena had outsmarted