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)

into

unmistakably challenging.

turned cold, his golden eyes tracking Nathan’s movement like a

courtyard seemed to drop

(Elena’s POV)

the Blackthorne Family Kitchen, Patricia moved around with

vegetables, the mundane task providing a

70. The Mate

with worry. Im concerned about David’s safety.

knife with trembling fingers. “Maybe we should transfer him to another hospital. The power of the

out and covered her hand with mine. “Mom, I’ve

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

“I

groaned under the weight of venison

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

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

nutrition.”

you for your hospitality,” Nathan said warmly. “This

Blackthorne

across the worn stones.

to face me. “Elena, why are you so

guilt weighing heavily on my chest. “I’m sorry for involving you

that mean I have

flooded my cheeks.

to touch my face,

said softly. “Marcus is blind

inside when my phone rang. Director Henry

suspension has been

successful.”

“What do

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

My breath caught. “Millions?”

institute. I’m offering you his position.” Director Baker paused. “I know

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

to the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute. The familiar corridors

charged with new

clustered near the reception desk, their voices carrying down the

taking over William’s position. Can

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