After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 151 The Truth Be

Chapter 151: The Truth Behind the Ancestral Moonstone Bracelet

Chapter 151: The Truth Behind the Ancestral Moonstone Bracelet

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

I stood frozen, staring into Marcus Blackwood’s dark, troubled golden eyes. An unexpected wave of guilt crashed over me about my harsh words.

The silence stretched between us like a chasm. His face was a mask of controlled devastation.

Sandy Parker seized the moment to gloat. “Alpha Blackwood, she said it herself she said she doesn’t love

you.”

Marcus’s pupils filled with bloodshot veins. His Alpha authority erupted like a physical force.

“Shut up and leave,” he commanded coldly.

Sandy trembled under the pressure of his command. She quickly grabbed the bank card from the table.

Her face went pale with terror as she fled the private dining suite. The door slammed behind her with finality.

Alone with me in the private suite, Marcus asked with bitter laughter, “Are those truly your feelings about our

mate bond?”

I avoided his gaze and gave a noncommittal shrug. The weight of his stare felt unbearable.

He pressed further, his voice strained. “Do you hate Nathan Sterling?”

Confused, I looked up at him. “Why would I hate him?”

Marcus’s face fell into shadow. “You can hate Nathan Sterling, the manipulator behind everything, yet reserve

all your hatred solely for me?”

His voice cracked with pain. “Are you truly that cruel to me alone?”

I finally understood his meaning and laughed bitterly. “Can the harm from outsiders compare to the harm

from one’s mate?”

Marcus argued desperately, “Outsiders‘ harm is still harm.”

I became agitated, my voice rising. “They can’t be compared!”

the harm through your tacit approval.

toward me in front of Sophia

the scars on my right hand from my previous injuries. The white lines stood out

skin.

pursue Sophia after she fled

gathered in his bloodshot eyes. His voice was hoarse when he

nothing I do make amends to our mate

“Good that you

the private dining suite without looking back. Behind me, I heard the sound of the

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tears hitting the floor.

(God’s POV)

Clara Parker

with desperate hope.

security blocked Clara, she cried out in confusion. “Why won’t

mother?”

stairwell, her face twisted with disgust. “Dorothea

the Whitmore Pack. You’re merely my adoptive

desperately, tears streaming down her face. “I carried you for

you!”

voice broke with anguish. “There are hospital

truly a Whitmore Pack daughter, how could

up in William

parents with venom. “You hid the truth

my real pack family, I don’t want

explaining through tears. “Everything we did was

have money from Sophia Rivers now. We don’t need

even struck me for taking just

eyes flashed with anger. “That proves he

leave, Clara grabbed her arm. “We can do a DNA test to prove our

pushed her adoptive mother violently. Clara

in shock, staring at Clara’s crumpled form

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

Southern Territory Central Healing Institute, I was making my rounds

approached me urgently.

patient in recovery chamber 36 – William Parker – has stubbornly left his room despite

to visit his mate in the

was recovering from a shattered left foot and pelvic displacement from her fall. I went to retrieve William

crying. “How could my daughter, whom I carried for ten months, possibly belong to another pack

situation has torn our family apart, and