After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 92 The Fral Con

Chapter 92: The Final Confrontation

Chapter 92 The Final Confrontation

(Nathan Sterling’s POV)

I stared at the phone screen, Patricia Blackthorne’s name flashing insistently. My finger hovered over the

answer button for a moment before I declined the call.

The phone fell silent, but the weight of my decision pressed down on my chest like a stone.

(Nathan Sterling’s POV)

Elena looked puzzled as she watched me reject the call. Who was that?”

“Just a sales call, I lied smoothly, slipping the phone back into my pocket.

Inside, conflict tore at me like claws. I couldn’t afford to answer Patricia’s calls anymore. The kinder she was

to me, the more I would soften toward her and Elena.

My aim was to exploit Marcus Blackwood’s weakness, not create one for myself. Even if I harbored feelings for Elena, I would choose my family over her.

The Sterling family’s honor came first. Always.

(Elena’s Pow

After our brief time together, we parted ways outside the bistro. As soon as I got into my car, my phone rang.

“Elena?” Patricia’s voice came through, tinged with disappointment. “I tried calling Nathan several times, but

he didn’t answer. Is he busy? Maybe I’m bothering him too much.”

I remembered Nathan’s earlier action of rejecting the call. A pang of hurt shot through my chest.

After Richard’s death, Nathan’s help had made my mother see him as a son. But we were merely outsiders to

him.

“Mom, we shouldn’t bother Nathan too much in the future,” I said gently. “He must be very busy with his own

affairs.”

Patricia was quiet for a moment. “I understand, dear. I just…. I thought of him as family.”

“I know, Mom. But we need to be realistic about these things.”

“You’re right,” she sighed. “Could you pick me up? I’d like to go home.”

(Elena’s POV)

“Okay” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. Til be there soon.

(Patricia Blackthorne’s POV)

After ending the call, I tried to cheer myself up. David needed me to stay strong.

I went to refill my Shadow Moon Thermos Flask for him, only to find it empty. The medical break room was just down the hall.

As I approached, familiar voices drifted through the partially open door.

there Whitmore Pack Guards outside David’s room?”

voice replied. “Adrian

voice

“Elena certainly has manipulative skills. Both Nathan and Adrian helping her. But she can’t possibly know that Nathan

My blood turned cold.

idea of Elena using Nathan to investigate me is a joke,” Sophia continued

else in the room. “Nurse Rebecca Hayes,

Suppressant Serum as planned”

what if we’re caught?” a trembling

a scapegoat if things go south,”

(Patricia Blackthorne’s POV)

said with vicious satisfaction. “And make Elena know

burst

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

pale and trembling with rage. Her eyes burned with fury

voice shook. “Were you responsible for my mate’s death? For my son’s

Hayes whimpered in fear. “Please,

I turned and

gave chase, shouting for me to

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

Stairwell, my Sophia’s Crimson Stiletto Heels clicking against the

faster than

me

spinning me around. “Did you

Behind me yawned the height of a dozen floors. The traffic on the road below looked like tiny

my neck. “You killed them! You destroyed

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

at Patricia, giving me a

fear, I smiled triumphantly. The truth was finally out, and i felt strangely

their deaths,” I taunted, “your son–in–law still chooses to believe me over

Patricia like physical

92 The Final

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

dripping with malice. “You and Elena are all that remain.

are on my

eyes, but I could see her powerlessness

fight you,” she declared, her voice breaking. “I won’t let

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

at me with desperate

the railing. Nurse Rebecca Hayes tried

Patricia was pushed toward the edge. She lost her balance and fell over

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

I grabbed her hand. Panic flooded through me as I realized what was

me!” I called to the nurse. “Pull her

weight pulling at my grip. Her eyes met mine with a strange

(Patricia Blackthorne’s POV)

at Sophia’s wrist. Beneath her Damien’s Ancestral

clearly

pigeon blood,

my daughter’s birth twenty years ago. The neighbors had whispered that the

wrist was

to me, it hadn’t mattered. She was my daughter, lost for over twenty

(Patricia Blackthorne’s POV)

eyes filling with tears. The tragic

searched for. The one who had destroyed my

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

gradually regained my composure amidst the chaos. Why had I

was merely a reflex.