After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 114: Shadows of Manipulation

Chapter 114: Shadows of Manipulation

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

After the call ended, Amber Stone emerged from the estate and approached me as I stood beside the

reflecting pool. The moonlight danced across the water’s surface, creating ripples that mirrored my turbulent

thoughts.

“Alpha, Nathan Sterling has arranged for David Blackthorne to be transferred to Shadowpeak Rehabilitation

Center,” she reported.

I narrowed my eyes. “Shadowpeak?”

The name carried weight – it was an exclusive facility far from the Northern Territory. My jaw clenched as the

implications became clear.

Amber continued, “I have to say, Nathan Sterling is quite attentive to the Luna…”

I remained silent, my gaze fixed on the moonlit water. Nathan’s attentiveness toward Elena was clearly

calculated, part of his larger scheme.

Then there was Adrian Whitmore… The thought of Elena being with another male caused my chest to tighten

with possessive fury.

“We’re going to Shadowpeak, I commanded in a deep voice.

with you, if

carefully.

at her for a long moment, then suddenly laughed bitterly. “Even you think so. She

too.”

eyes, remaining

it up

‘Alpha, belated

don’t care,”

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

she would

we were together, Jane would help “drive away” unwanted attention

members who tried to

the surgical wing,

the steel ascent elevator.

mine, his previously somber expression brightened with a

“Elenal”

knowing the full situation, Jane tried to block

moved her aside.

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shoulders urgently. “Tve been looking for you everywhere. I finally tracked you down to

medical center!”

sorry about everything

please don’t ignore me.”

rubbed her shoulder, observing the tension between

calmly, still addressing him as “Nathan,” but with more distance than before. “You don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you. You really don’t need to feel

genuine anguish. “But I can’t let go of what happened with your mother. Every time I think about Patricia, I… I hate myself

could see his face was gaunt, suggesting he was

him for not answering my mother’s desperate call for help. After all,

Sterling would always be there to assist my