After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 87: Family Expectations

Chapter 87: Family Expectations

(Elena’s POV)

I returned to the Blackwood Ancestral Manor in the afternoon Grace Burton and several manor servants were

waiting for me outside the Manor Courtyard, nodding and smiling.

“Luna, the Elder Matriarch and Lady Blackwood are both in the Great Hall,” Grace said warmly.

I nodded and followed them through the familiar corridors. The weight of the supposed pregnancy news

hung heavy on my shoulders.

In the Great Hall, Margaret Blackwood was arranging cut flower branches, inserting them into a crystal vase with practiced elegance. Victoria Blackwood watched her movements with calculating eyes.

Victoria’s gaze swept over my lower abdomen before she slowly spoke. “How could you not tell us about something as significant as carrying the next Blackwood heir?”

Before I could explain that I wasn’t actually pregnant, chaos erupted. Oliver Rivers suddenly burst into the room, slipping past Manor Caregiver Sarah at the door like a small whirlwind.

I showed little reaction to his presence. I already knew Marcus had brought him to the manor.

Sarah realized her mistake and rushed in frantically. Im so sorry! Oliver, come back here!”

She tried to grab him, but he resisted with surprising strength for such a small child.

1 want to see Uncle Marcus! Oliver cried out, his voice echoing through the grand hall. “He promised to play

with me!”

Victoria’s face darkened with displeasure. Without waiting for Margaret to speak, she stepped forward

menacingly.

“Sarah, how could you be so careless?” Victoria’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

Sarah apologized profusely, her hands shaking as she tried to drag Oliver away. “I’m so sorry. Lady

Blackwood. It won’t happen again”

Oliver continued to resist, his cries escalating to near–hysteria. His small fists pounded against Sarah’s arms

Victoria’s patience snapped completely. She turned on the child with harsh words.

“You should be grateful for being allowed to stay in the pack territory,” she scolded coldly. “Don’t forget

place here.”

t your

Oliver froze in place as if struck by lightning. His face drained of all color, becoming pale as winter snow.

The change in him was immediate and disturbing. He even wet himself, the dark stain spreading across his

small pants

Victoria’s disgust was palpable, “Disgusting! Get him out of here immediately!”

The caregivers pulled Oliver away roughly. As soon as they reached the door, he broke free and ran off crying.

his sobs echoing through the corridors.

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Burton efficiently had the mess cleaned up. She stood behind Margaret Blackwood like a

sentinel.

quiet for a long moment, her hands still arranging the flowers.

and sighed deeply.

she acknowledged with genuine regret. “However, the child’s stay is temporary. Grace will manage

paused, her eyes meeting mine directly. “We’ll ensure you avoid

Margaret implying that I

speak, Margaret cut me off with a

slowly, her expression earnest. “You

be left

of helplessness wash over me. Margaret

“grandson”

to reveal the truth about

silence, Margaret assumed I had accepted the

reassured me

could react or respond, Margaret left the

mother–in–law leave, then approached me with

urged, her voice deceptively gentle. “That should

you

want to sever the mate bond, you’ll have to give

child.”

“The child carries

like a predator studying its prey. “Mating isn’t just about love, Elena. Even love–based bonds

took on a persuasive tone. “Accept a bond

mine. “Give birth to a male heir and your position in the Blackwood

distant, almost melancholy. “With

spoke, revealing glimpses of her own disillusionment with mating. But

she

stood alone in the Great Hall for several minutes. The silence felt oppressive, weighing down on my

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to the Manor Courtyard. Near the Moonlit Garden, I spotted a small figure hiding

tiny frame shaking with each breath.

him, but stopped myself. He was Sophia’s

in. The numerous old scars on his

sensitive to wound patterns. These dense, overlapping

have so many scars? The thought of child abuse flashed through my mind like

half a minute, then walked toward Oliver. He was still sobbing behind the flower

misery.

wiped his

paused for a few seconds,

he declared, his voice trembling. I don’t

assessment. “If I were truly a bad woman, I would have already kicked you

pack territory,”

but remained silent, his eyes

I asked

pants to cover the marks,

terror and pressed carefully. “Is your

low voice, but his body language told a different story. “Mother loves me! She only

me when I’m disobedient!”

admission made my heart clench. “Have you

suddenly covered his ears, his voice rising

could say another word,

like I was being nosy. He was someone else’s child, after

leave, Isabella Blackwood appeared. She

accused, her voice shrill with indignation. “Even if you can’t tolerate Sophia’s child, you have no

scoffed at her assumption. “If I wanted to drive him away, you wouldn’t have

face changed color, anger and resentment warring in her