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.

continue, I intervened quickly. “Brother, Mother is

silently warning him not to escalate things further. The last thing

a confrontation outside

nodded, his playful expression softening as he remembered our purpose here. “You’re

that, Adrian and I headed toward the VIP ward on the twelfth floor. Our footsteps echoed softly

approached. He gave

to follow us inside.

behind us, though he maintained a respectful distance. His earlier words about meeting his mother–in–law still rang in my

was resting peacefully in her hospital bed. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm

Doll. Her fingers

Sweetheart’s mate

te Points?

up as we entered, offering a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Young Master Whitmore,

replied politely before approaching

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

to see you,” Adrian announced

raised her head from her sewing, setting the delicate work

here?” she exclaimed with

out to hold her hand. Her skin

of sewing clothes for the doll,” I said

half–finished princess dress. “Sweetheart likes it?” she asked, her

squeezing her hand.

my words, and she seemed to glow with happiness. Then her gaze shifted past me, and she noticed Marcus standing quietly near the

her attention immediately. Her expression shifted to

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

me with childlike observation. “Many people here

same clothes.”

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

commanding presence softening. “I’m

playing a game.”

eyes lit up with curiosity. “A game? What kind