Chapter 52: A Dangerous Charade

Chapter 52: A Dangerous Charade

(Elena’s POV)

I spread out the quilt on the floor without changing my expression. “I’m having my moon cycle, I can’t sleep well, I’m afraid of disturbing you.”

Marcus emerged from the Moonstone Washroom, his hair still damp from the shower. He stopped when he

noticed the makeshift bed on the floor.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his golden eyes narrowing.

I smoothed the blanket carefully. “Making a bed on the floor.”

Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Get up. Sleep on the bed.”

I looked up at him, confused by his sudden concern. “I’m fine here.”

“Catherine Hayes and the other manor staff will notice if we sleep separately,” he said curtly. “It will cause

unnecessary gossip.”

I hesitated, remembering his behavior at the Silverbrook Shopping District. His sudden closeness had left me

wary of his intentions.

“I don’t want pack members speculating about our relationship,” Marcus continued, his voice matter–of–fact.

Reluctantly, I gathered the quilt and moved to the bed. The mattress felt foreign after months of sleeping

separately.

Marcus clarified without looking at me. “This is merely to avoid suspicion. Nothing more.”

He turned his back to me and settled on his side of the bed. The space between us felt like an ocean.

I lay there in the darkness, pondering the truth behind his words. Was this really about appearances, or was there something deeper?

The complexities of our strained mating bond weighed heavily on my mind as sleep finally claimed me.

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The next morning, Marcus and I went downstairs together. We maintained a facade of normalcy at breakfast, though tension hung in the air like morning mist.

Grace Burton approached Marcus with a respectful bow. “Alpha Marcus, your father requests your presence in the Shadow Archives after breakfast.”

Marcus nodded curtly. “Tell him I’ll be there shortly.”

casual dismissal. “Return to the Northern

a light response despite the sting

dismissal didn’t escape my notice, but I had grown accustomed to such

the manor entrance. Isabella Blackwood’s

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be fine, Sophia,” Isabella’s voice reassured someone.

around.”

fork paused midway to my mouth.

room doorway with Sophia Rivers beside her. Sophia’s eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of the

overwhelmed her. She tried to hide

is magnificent,” Sophia whispered to

“Wait until you meet Grandmother

Sophia was about to respond,

Elena? Why are you here?” Isabella asked,

palpable. She wondered about my connection to the

racing with possibilities.

down my fork and met Isabella’s gaze directly. “I don’t need

flushed with

attention to Isabella with a warning tone. “Bringing Miss Rivers to the Blackwood Ancestral Manor might anger

sweet as honey. “I never offended you, Healer Elena. I don’t understand why you

has done nothing wrong. I’ll expose your true

was both

Sophia suddenly grabbed

desperation. “I truly want to reconcile with you.

to pull away, but her grip tightened. “Let

dramatically stumbled backward, her eyes wide

my hand and continued

water with a loud splash. The cold liquid shocked my system as

a sacred place for werewolves, where supernatural power was weakened and only the strongest could

Alphas possessed the strength to endure its mystical

my strength draining immediately. My limbs grew heavy as

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air. “Help! Someone

responding to the crisis. Without hesitation, he

into the water.

toward me, his mate, he headed straight for the struggling

reached for her first. A sudden leg

through my body.

forgotten. The water closed over

to fade.

darkness threatened to claim me, strong hands pulled

gasped for air, water streaming from my hair and clothes. My rescuer’s identity remained unclear through my blurred

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