After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 68: The Final Severance

Chapter 68: The Final Severance

(Patricia Blackthorne’s POV)

With outsiders present, I wiped away my tears and slowly got up. “Nathan, you came.”

These three days, Nathan Sterling had been helping with the handling of Richard’s affairs. I had a good impression of him because of his kindness.

Nathan nodded respectfully. “I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to manage.”

I smiled wryly, feeling the weight of exhaustion in my bones. “It’s okay, just bury him directly, no need for any

ceremonies.”

Presumably, my mate in the moon goddess’s realm wouldn’t want to see that scene again. The thought of Richard watching from above made my heart ache even more.

(Elena’s POV)

I took Richard’s ashes and buried them in the Eternal Rest Cemetery. The morning air was crisp and cold

against my skin.

There were only four people present: Patricia, myself, Nathan Sterling, and Marcus’s Driver. The funeral was considered complete.

The simplicity felt appropriate somehow Richard had always been a humble man who didn’t seek attention

or grand gestures.

Nathan stood beside me as we watched Patricia place the urn in its final resting place. His presence was comforting in a way that surprised me.

The driver remained at a respectful distance, his head bowed in silent acknowledgment of our loss.

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

At the Blackwood Ancestral Manor, I absentmindedly stared at my phone screen. For three whole days, Elena hadn’t returned home, not a single call, not a single text message.

The silence from her felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. I had never experienced this kind of uncertainty before.

“Marcus!” Victoria Blackwood stormed into the study, her voice sharp with anger. “Are you crazy? How can you let that little bastard live in the Blackwood family!”

I put away my phone, lifting my eyelids to meet her furious gaze. “He’s just a pup.”

“It’s not your pup, why are you so worried?” Victoria was about to be driven mad by my apparent indifference. “What, you don’t want to have your own, so you have to raise someone else’s?”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes to rest. I felt slightly weary from the constant tension.

“Just letting him stay in the Blackwood family for a while.”

“I don’t agree!” Her voice rose to an almost shriek.

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I laughed softly, the sound Incking any real humor. “It’s not like I’m asking you to take care of him.

“Marcus, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to?” Victoria’s frustration was palpable. you keep him in the Blackwood family, what will people think? What will Elena think?”

“I wished c***k open your head to see if your father and you shared a brain. If your thoughts were the same stubborn, Incomprehensible mess.” She said frustratedly.

I casually loosened my tie, feeling the fabric constrict around my throat. “Don’t you dislike her?”

“I don’t like Elena, but I know what’s important!” Victoria’s voice cracked with exasperation. “She’s still your Lunal If I don’t speak up for her, am I going to help a pack outsider?”

dislike that word, frowning slightly at the Implication.

like you, if you and

don’t need others to believe me.” My voice

no argument.

received a call and

Richard Blackthorne is dead. Elena has been

the past three days.”

on Amber’s face with

her head, unable to meet my eyes. “Three days ago… um, I heard that it was too late when the pack healers arrived, they missed the best golden treatment

buttons of my collar, my expression becoming increasingly gloomy. The weight

the end, I didn’t say anything, getting into

(Elena’s POV)

my clothes. I

Hall was brightly lit. Marcus was sitting

precision.

at least a dozen empty glasses scattered around him, far exceeding his usual amount. In my memory,

I could still smell the strong scent of alcohol permeating the hall. The smell made my stomach

me, setting down the last glass in his hand. His voice was low and

“You’re back.

in the Shadow Gate Foyer, and didn’t answer. The silence between

The Imal

Suite, fook out a suitcase, and began packing my clothes with

movements.

this scene. He quickly stepped forward, grabbing

force.

“Where are you going?”

slapping him twice across the left face. The sound

I tried to continue, he grabbed my wrist

I stared at him, my eyes filled

Sophia are the same,

that remained of my once most ardent feelings were resentment and hatred. The love I had once felt

curdled into something toxic

tightness in his chest. It was as if a ball of

making

minutes of stalemate, the strength with which he held my wrist loosened. His grip

almost gentle

didn’t know the pack

also lower

was

a salty, fishy taste rose in

the rescue of patients with chest pain and

who fell from the second floor, a place just over two meters high, couldn’t wait a few minutes for pack healers, and had to compete with a heart attack patient?”

were the golden rescue time for my father, you just snatched

uncontrollably. At that moment, I could hardly breathe, feeling dizzy, as if

faint at

and he pulled me

resisted his touch, and as I pushed him away, I

ground.

last thing I heard was the

end of July, the sky outside the window was already bright. When I opened my eyes again, the moonlight herb IV drip at the head

herbs

low, hoarse voice sounded

turned my head. Marcus was sitting on the chair by the window, his

of the chair. It seemed he hadrit

like this, and I didn’t know how

sit up, Marcus frowned, suppressing his emotions and casually tossing the report aside

the bed and looked down at me. “You’re

the time to

Richard’s death, I really hadn’t