After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 192: I’ll Accept Whatever You Say

Chapter 192: I’ll Accept Whatever You Say

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

When Dorothea agreed without thinking, Marcus stretched out his little finger and made a hooking gesture.

She really liked children and immediately hooked her finger with his.

“Promise!” she said with childlike delight, her eyes sparkling with innocent joy.

Adrian’s face tightened as he watched this scene unfold. His jaw clenched with visible frustration at seeing

his mentally unstable mother being so easily manipulated.

I could see the helplessness in his expression. He was powerless to argue against his mother’s condition

without causing her distress,

“If only I had met my foster sister before she was mated to Marcus Blackwood,” Adrian muttered under his

breath, his voice filled with regret.

After Dorothea settled back into her bed for rest, the three of us quietly left the recovery chamber. The soft

click of the door closing behind us seemed to echo in the sterile corridor.

Before I could speak, Adrian suddenly grabbed Marcus’s collar. His knuckles went white with the force of his

grip.

“Is it appropriate to use tactics on a patient with mental illness?” Adrian demanded, his voice low but

dangerous.

Marcus remained calm despite being grabbed. His golden eyes met Adrian’s with steady composure.

I stepped forward quickly, fearing a fight would break out in the medical facility. “Brother, please calm down.”

Victoria Blackwood learns of any confrontation here, that alone

urgently,

surprising sharpness. “Is Dorothea’s recognition of a foster daughter clearer than the judgment of the Whitmore father and

hit like a slap, Adrian’s hand showed a visible vein as his anger

interaction and closeness with my mate’s

matter–of–fact.

aback by the audacity of his response. His grip on

my foster brother.

our family dynamics.”

carried a protective edge that surprised even me. “You are the least qualified to

His smile faded completely, replaced

by one’s own mate is so terrible…” he said quietly,

I’ll Accept

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Adrian away before the situation could escalate further. We left Marcus standing alone in the medical corridor, his figure growing smaller as we walked toward

elevator doors closed, Adrian smiled despite the tension. “Are you afraid of

angry since I was siding with my foster brother,” I

chuckled, his earlier anger dissipating. “I wouldn’t

his hand on my shoulder, his expression growing more serious. “You forget me as a brother when you have pack

truth in his words

I returned to the recovery ward.

me from behind.

neck, his breath warm against my skin. “You left

heartless toward your own mate,” he complained, his voice muffled against

to break free from the Alpha’s grip but found it impossible. His arms were like steel bands

seem too strong

chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. His

I immediately pulled away. The intimate contact sent unwanted shivers down

spine.

lips, and I could see him resisting some internal urge.

barely controlled desire.

you say. I’m not angry,”

angry at your

broke free from his embrace. My heart was racing