Chapter 197: The Gift That Never Was

Chapter 197: The Gift That Never Was

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

I stood there without moving, waiting for Marcus to approach. His golden eyes held a mixture of concern and something else I couldn’t quite identify.

“Why did you come out?” he asked, his voice carrying that familiar Alpha authority even in his weakened

state.

I blinked in surprise. “How did you know where I was?”

Marcus’s gaze fell on my phone, and understanding dawned on me immediately. Of course he would have tracking methods.

“You installed a tracking app,” I stated rather than asked.

He didn’t deny it. His attention shifted to the Moonstone Shopping Bag I carried, curiosity flickering in his

expression.

“What’s in the bag?” he asked directly.

I quickly snatched it away, holding it protectively against my chest. “It’s not for you.”

His eyebrows rose slightly at my defensive reaction. His focus zeroed in on the small box visible through the

bag’s opening.

“Who is it for then?” he pressed, his tone carrying a hint of something that almost sounded like jealousy.

“It’s a gift for my foster brother Adrian Whitmore,” I replied, watching his expression carefully.

Marcus’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Does your brother even need gifts from you?”

I simply wanted to give it,” I retorted, my voice sharper than intended. “Is that a problem?”

A shadow of regret crossed his features. “I’ve never received a gift from you.”

The words hung between us like an accusation. My chest tightened with old pain and frustration.

“You told me not to bother again,” I challenged, my voice steady despite the emotions churning inside me.

Marcus looked confused. “When did I say that?”

“The first mating anniversary,” I said quietly. “I gave you a hand knitted scarf. You dismissed it with ‘Don’t waste your effort on such things again.”

His face went pale.

“Since then, I haven’t given you anything.”

Marcus’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “I didn’t know you made it yourself.”

but my technique wasn’t very good and it turned

I didn’t

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interrupted firmly. “What’s done is

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

blow. I had dismissed something she’d made with her own hands, something that

my shoulder gently. “Marcus, we should go back. If you’re out too long, it won’t

of my past mistake. How many other gestures had I missed

dismissed?

of scolding my Elite Guards. His

of him?” he demanded, his face dark

us approach, his fury subsided somewhat, though tension remained

did you go without informing anyone?” Alexander’s voice was sharp with

reproach.

tighter against

stepped slightly forward.

air,” I replied simply, dismissing the

mother is

feelings,”

“Don’t change the subject. You will not leave

“Understood,” I acknowledged curtly.

his room without another word. The

feel her concern through our bond, even

you, I

she replied, though I could sense her apprehension. “But I still

at the guards

inherent Alpha dominance that came with Alexander’s position.

his anger was intimidating.

I lingered outside her door, my mind still churning with

one of my Elite Guards. “Have you ever knitted

the unexpected question ‘No, Alpha.

pressed, needing to understand something I’d never

She’s quite skilled. She knits sweaters for me and

he might have said something inappropriate. His expression grew worried, as if he’d rubbed salt in an open

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past,” I interrupted firmly. “What’s done

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a physical blow. I had dismissed something she’d made

my shoulder gently. “Marcus, we should go back. If you’re out too long, it won’t be easy for me to explain

the magnitude of my past mistake. How many other gestures had I missed

dismissed?

encountered Alexander Blackwood in the middle of scolding my Elite Guards. His voice

you lose track of him?” he

us approach, his fury subsided somewhat, though tension remained

without informing anyone?” Alexander’s voice was sharp with concern

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