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.

cares about you. Otherwise he wouldn’t be so angry when you don’t

Catherine had worked for the Blackwood family for

our dynamics closely.

during breakfast,” she continued softly. “His displeasure today stems from your lack

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her observation. Those breakfast moments used to be my

Marcus.

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

around him, why wasn’t

Catherine’s well–meaning advice. I didn’t want to harbor

Healing Institute, Pack

wants to see you in

made my way through the familiar corridors. The antiseptic smell of the healing institute filled my

immediately sprayed with water. Oliver Rivers stood behind his mother’s desk, wielding

gleefully, pumping the

skin. The cold water

But I restrained

with a handkerchief, her expression perfectly crafted to

guests,” she scolded gently, though her eyes

satisfaction.

me. “I’m so sorry about

need,” I declined, pulling tissues from

dabbed at my wet shirt while Oliver continued giggling behind the desk. His childish

my nerves.

to leave, Sophia’s voice stopped me

I hope you remember that I’m your supervisor now,” she

had granted her. The reminder

wound.

up with excitement. “Mommy, can the bad aunt buy

turned predatory. “What a wonderful

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

me and Marcus’s son?”

was flaunting their relationship as

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me by highlighting my childless status. The implication that she had given

by her provocation, I remained calm. “Buying a cake is no

clearly frustrated her. She had expected anger or jealousy, not

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

from a dessert shop

(Sophia’s POV)

realized Elena had outsmarted me again. She had

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