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.”

lightness. “I made it myself, but my technique wasn’t very good and

I didn’t mean

The Gift That

I interrupted firmly. “What’s done is

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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

processing 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 carried the full weight of

you lose track of him?” he demanded, his face dark with

us approach, his fury subsided somewhat, though tension

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

reproach.

clutched the gift bag tighter against

stepped slightly forward.

replied simply, dismissing

mother is worried

Mother’s feelings,” I retorted, “considering you two

darkened further. “Don’t change the subject.

“Understood,” I acknowledged curtly.

another word. The tension in the

my unease immediately. I could feel her concern through our bond, even as strained as

you, I reassured her

“But I

at the guards

the inherent Alpha dominance that came with Alexander’s position.

his anger was intimidating.

I lingered outside her door, my mind still churning

turned to one of my Elite Guards.

by the unexpected question ‘No, Alpha.

she make it for you?” I pressed, needing to understand something

with pride. “Yes, Alpha. She’s quite skilled.

said something inappropriate. His expression grew worried, as if he’d

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in the past,” I interrupted firmly. “What’s

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dismissed something she’d made with her own hands, something that represented her

out

of my past mistake. How many other gestures had

dismissed?

at the Crimson Moon Lodge, we encountered Alexander Blackwood in the middle of scolding

you lose track of him?” he demanded, his face

us approach, his fury subsided somewhat, though tension

anyone?”

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