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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cleaned up. She stood behind

sentinel.

her hands still arranging the flowers. Finally, she looked

and sighed deeply.

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

her eyes meeting mine directly.

Was Margaret implying that I should reconsider the

me off with a

approached me slowly, her expression earnest.

left outside

wave of helplessness wash over me. Margaret was

“grandson”

it impossible to reveal the truth about the false pregnancy.

accepted the situation. Her face brightened

are the Blackwood family’s Luna,” she reassured me warmly. “I will

respond, Margaret left the Great Hall with purposeful

then approached me

voice deceptively gentle. “That should be your

at last. “Do you truly want me to remain mated

to sever the mate bond,

child.”

like physical blows. “The child carries Blackwood blood and cannot be taken

its prey. “Mating isn’t just about love, Elena. Even love–based bonds can fail in the

on a persuasive tone. “Accept a bond

into mine. “Give birth to a male heir and

almost melancholy. “With age, you’ll realize the

turned gloomy as she spoke, revealing glimpses of her own

words carefully she said

I 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 behind the

and sobbing, his tiny frame shaking with

instinctively wanted to comfort him, but stopped myself. He

numerous old scars on

was sensitive to wound patterns. These

could Sophia, who claimed to love her child, allow him to have so many scars? The thought of child abuse flashed

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

misery.

offered him a tissue silently. Oliver wiped his

for a few seconds, then pushed my hand

woman!” he declared, his voice trembling. I

with his assessment. “If I were truly a bad

pack territory,”

but remained silent,

to your legs?” I asked gently, pointing to the visible

pulled down his pants to cover the

terror and pressed carefully. “Is your mother

Oliver denied in a low voice, but his body language told a different story. “Mother loves

me when I’m disobedient!”

clench. “Have

his voice rising to a shout.

before I could say another word, leaving

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

as I was about to leave, Isabella Blackwood appeared. She had

accused, her voice shrill with indignation. “Even if you can’t tolerate

at her assumption. “If I wanted to drive him away, you

and resentment warring in her