Chapter 70: The Mate Bond Refused

Chapter 70: The Mate Bond Refused

(Elena’s POV)

After watching the excitement, the onlookers gradually dispersed, and the courtyard returned to its former desolation. The neighbors‘ curious voices faded into the distance, leaving only the three of us standing in the

uncomfortable silence.

I freed myself from Marcus’s grasp with a sharp jerk, my skin still burning where his fingers had touched me. I walked quickly to Patricia’s side, my voice cold and unwavering.

“You’re not welcome here, Marcus.

Marcus stared at the warmth remaining on his fingertips, his golden eyes following my movement. His jaw

tightened as he processed my rejection.

“I can leave,” he said slowly, his voice carrying that familiar dangerous edge. “But Nathan has to leave too.”

I whirled around to face him, my anger flaring like wildfire. “Nathan is a guest of the Blackthorne Pack. You have no right to interfere with his stay”

Marcus’s gaze intensified, boring into me with uncomfortable intensity. The air between us crackled with

tension.

Patricia stepped forward, shielding me with her body. Her voice trembled slightly, but her resolve was clear.

“Nathan helped with Richard’s funeral arrangements. I invited him to dinner to repay his kindness.” She lifted her chin, meeting Marcus’s stare. “Please don’t make things difficult for the Blackthorne Pack.”

Something shifted in Marcus’s expression. The harsh lines around his eyes softened marginally, and for a

moment, he looked almost human.

Tm sorry about Richard’s death,” he said quietly/his voice losing its commanding tone. “I promise to

investigate what happened.”

Patricia’s response was swift and cutting. Your promises mean nothing to us now.”

She turned her back on him, taking my arm. “Come, Elena. Let’s go inside.”

I followed Patricia toward the house, deliberately avoiding Marcus’s gaze. My heart hammered against my

ribs, but I refused to look back.

(God’s POV)

by Marcus, his lips curving into a provocative smile. The expression was

unmistakably challenging.

tracking Nathan’s movement like a predator

in the courtyard seemed to

(Elena’s POV)

Patricia moved around with nervous energy, preparing lunch

hands. I helped her wash vegetables, the mundane task

The

said suddenly, her voice tight with worry. Im

setting down a knife with trembling fingers. “Maybe we should transfer him to another hospital.

and covered her hand with mine. “Mom, I’ve already considered David’s situation. I have

searched my face, looking for reassurance. “What kind

“I won’t

lunch despite her emotional state. The table groaned under the

Patricia’s face since Richard’s death. “Aunt, this is incredible. I haven’t had a home–cooked meal

more food onto his plate. “Eat more, you’re too thin.

nutrition.”

warmly.

to the Blackthorne Family

across the worn stones.

car, turning to face me. “Elena, why are you so

for involving you in my

“Does that mean I have a chance with

my cheeks.

his hand as if to touch my face, then stopped himself. His fingers hovered inches from my

he said softly. “Marcus is blind not

about to return inside when my phone rang. Director Henry

his voice was excited. “Your suspension has been

successful.”

confused. “What do

to millions,” Director Baker explained. “The investigation revealed

My breath caught. “Millions?”

Baker paused. “I know you applied for a transfer to Riverstone Medical Center, but would

place where I’d learned to heal. TII take the position. I want to make

next day, I returned to the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute. The familiar corridors

with

carrying down the hallway: “Did you hear? Elena’s been reinstated

taking over William’s position. Can you

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