After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 122: Confrontation at the Banquet

Chapter 122: Confrontation at the Banquet

(God’s POV)

Under the cover of night, Nathan Sterling invited Hugo Ashworth to meet at Moonlight Tavern, a neutral territory establishment frequented by werewolves from various packs. When Hugo arrived, he found his usually sociable friend sitting alone at the bar, drinking red wine in solitude with a cold expression.

His wolf’s restlessness was evident as he ignored the she–wolves who tried to approach him. Several pack females had attempted to strike up conversations, but Nathan’s icy demeanor and the dangerous energy radiating from him kept them at bay.

Hugo ordered a lemon water and confronted his friend about his unusual behavior, sensing the turmoil in Nathan’s scent. “What’s eating at you? You look like you’re ready to tear someone apart.”

Nathan admitted he was troubled and had no one to confide in. His fingers drummed against the bar as he struggled with his words.

Then he revealed a photograph to Hugo – one that captured a scene Hugo knew all too well. It showed Hugo and Elena in the healing institute corridor, their white coats making them appear perfectly matched.

“Where did you get this?” Hugo’s voice was sharp, his own wolf stirring with unease.

When Hugo asked if Nathan had taken the photo, his friend admitted he originally intended to send it to Marcus Blackwood through the pack online network. “I was going to make sure he saw what his precious Luna was up to.”

This revelation sparked anger in Hugo, who grabbed Nathan by the collar, his own wolf bristling. “When did you become so consumed by a mated she–wolf? Have you lost your mind?”

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Nathan fired back, accusing Hugo of breaking his promise to share any news about Elena. “You said me if you learned anything about her. But you’ve already met her, haven’t you? You didn’t say a word.”

His eyes flashed with jealousy. “I’m starting to wonder if you also have feelings for her.”

Hugo released him, his jaw clenched tight. “We’re different. At least I know she’s Marcus’s mate and I have

boundaries.”

His voice grew colder. “Unlike you, who pursued her, approached her, and then expected forgiveness without considering her feelings or the sacred mate bond.”

Nathan fell silent, his chest heavy with the weight of his guilt. The accusation hit too close to home.

He acknowledged that his initial approach to Elena was purely manipulative. “I won’t lie to you. When I first sought her out, it was all calculated.”

His voice cracked slightly. “But I had moments of hesitation and regret, particularly after learning about her struggles with the pack’s rejection.”

Two days later, Professor Andrew Kelly’s Moonridge medical team arrived at the Riverside Grand Hotel. Elder Theodore Ashworth and several medical experts waited in the lobby to receive them.

The lobby buzzed with anticipation as the distinguished guests made their entrance. Professor Andrew and

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Chapter 122 Confrontatio

circles, greeted each other

since our last

elder’s hand.

inquired about Professor Theodore’s outstanding disciple, the elder assured him she would arrive soon. “Elena is exceptional. You’ll be impressed by

done her homework on Professor Theodore’s prestigious position in both medical circles and as

I’ve heard so

Nathan Sterling was no longer an option and Marcus Blackwood now despised

she needed to

her introduction acceptable but sensing she was

Her scent carried undertones of desperation and

experienced nose

received a message from Elena about being delayed,

wait. “Shall we move to the venue?

the venue, Sophia frowned. She

who apparently had the audacity to keep such distinguished guests

though loud enough

hear.

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

the banquet hall entrance, the venue was bustling with industry leaders, hospital directors,

academic discussion.

Sophia and two female werewolf

from another direction. The timing couldn’t have been

she forced a smile. “Elena!

one of the female colleagues asked about our connection,

tone was dismissive as she called me “an unimportant she–wolf who probably relies on her

infiltrate these circles.”

laughed, assuming I couldn’t understand their conversation.

their gossip in what they thought was

Sophia’s assumption with perfect Moonridge language. “Why are werewolves

died instantly, replaced by

few years make you feel superior to your own pack?” I continued sarcastically. “Who’s really relying

mistake, their faces flushing with humiliation.

at the Central Territory banquet where Marcus brought you

struck a nerve. She stepped closer, her high heels clicking

accept your relationship with Marcus? Is that why you’re hiding in the Southern Territory like a rogue wolf?” Her voice dripped with malice. “Does it

colleagues whispered among themselves, enjoying the drama. Sophia looked