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)

his lips curving into a

unmistakably challenging.

eyes tracking

the courtyard seemed to drop

(Elena’s POV)

Blackthorne Family Kitchen, Patricia moved around with nervous energy, preparing lunch

I helped her wash vegetables, the mundane task providing

The

Im concerned about David’s safety.

should transfer him to another hospital. The power of the

hand with mine. “Mom, I’ve already considered David’s situation.

searched my face, looking for reassurance. “What kind of

softly. “I won’t let

emotional state. The table groaned under the

brought the first genuine smile to Patricia’s face since Richard’s death. “Aunt, this is incredible. I

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

nutrition.”

hospitality,” Nathan said warmly. “This means more to me than you

the Blackthorne Family Courtyard. The afternoon sun

across the worn stones.

face me. “Elena, why are you so reserved with me

hands, guilt weighing heavily on my chest. “I’m sorry for involving you in my and

mischief. “Does that mean I have a chance with

flooded my cheeks.

raised his hand as if to touch my face, then

good, Elena,” he said softly. “Marcus is

drove away, I was about to return inside when my phone rang. Director Henry Baker’s name appeared

suspension has

successful.”

confused. “What do you

millions,” Director Baker explained. “The investigation revealed corruption far

My breath caught. “Millions?”

won’t be returning to the institute. I’m offering you his position.” Director Baker paused. “I know

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

to the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute. The familiar corridors felt

with

their voices carrying down the hallway: “Did you hear? Elena’s

taking over William’s position. Can you believe

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