After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 191: So I’m Sweetheart’s mate from now on?

Chapter 191: So I’m Sweetheart’s mate from now on?

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

At the moment Marcus called out “Brother,” Adrian was instantly speechless. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again as he processed what had just happened.

Adrian found himself momentarily disarmed by Marcus’s sudden compliance. The Alpha had actually done it

he’d called him brother without hesitation.

“He is indeed quite shameless,” Adrian muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Before Adrian could retort with something more cutting, Marcus adopted a serious tone. His expression shifted to one of diplomatic formality.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate to visit my mother–in–law empty–handed,” Marcus stated matter–of–factly. “Perhaps

we should arrange a proper meeting for a future date.”

Adrian’s eyebrows shot up at Marcus’s calculated response. A slow smile spread across his face as he

recognized the Alpha’s tactical retreat.

“What’s this, Alpha Marcus?” Adrian challenged, his voice dripping with amusement. “Are you backing down

now?”

Marcus met his gaze steadily, his golden eyes showing no trace of embarrassment. “Not at all, Young Master

Whitmore.”

“I would be happy to comply with whatever arrangement you see fit,” Marcus replied smoothly.

The diplomatic dance between them was almost entertaining to watch. Both men were clearly testing each

other’s boundaries.

their verbal sparring could continue, I intervened quickly. “Brother, Mother is

him not to escalate things further. The last

was a confrontation

he remembered our

headed toward the VIP ward on the twelfth floor.

ward as we approached. He gave us a respectful

to follow us inside.

feel Marcus’s presence behind us, though he maintained a respectful distance. His earlier words

bed. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the large

carefully sewing clothes for Comfort Doll. Her fingers moved

Sweetheart’s

te Points?

we entered, offering a warm

replied politely

the intricate work his mother was doing on the doll’s dress. The tiny stitches

sister to

the delicate work

is here?” she exclaimed with

took a seat by her bed, reaching out to hold her hand. Her skin felt warm and soft

sewing clothes for the doll,” I said with–gentle

at the half–finished princess dress. “Sweetheart likes it?” she asked, her voice filled with maternal

her hand. “I

happiness. Then her gaze shifted past me, and she noticed Marcus standing quietly near the

Her expression

Dorothea spoke first. “Oh, you’re sick too,” she said with genuine pity in

me with childlike observation. “Many

same clothes.”

my foster mother couldn’t understand the complex concept of deep–seated silver injuries. To her,

usual commanding presence softening.

playing a game.”

with curiosity. “A game? What