Chapter 202: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 202: Shadows of the Past

Chapter 202: Shadows of the Past

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

Alexander Blackwood looked up from the chess board, his weathered face creasing with curiosity. “Who?”

The question hung in the air between us. I could feel Amber Stone’s attention sharpen from her position near

the window.

“Fred Xavier,” I replied, my golden eyes distant as memories surfaced.

Alexander’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the name. Amber Stone, who had been quietly observing from

nearby, suddenly straightened with surprise.

“That former banking executive who suddenly disappeared from the public eye after resigning from his position as director?” she exclaimed.

I nodded to confirm her recognition. The pieces were starting to connect in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

Alexander’s expression cleared as recognition dawned. “I remember now, he did vanish for many years. I

heard he relocated overseas later.”

He put down his chess piece and looked at me directly. “But why did you suddenly think of him?”

The question carried weight. Alexander’s instincts were sharp, honed by decades of pack leadership.

“Does he have a son?” I asked instead of answering.

Alexander responded thoughtfully, “I believe so, but I’ve never encountered him personally.”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me. “This Fred Xavier was known for his diplomatic skills and extensive

network throughout the werewolf financial community.”

His voice carried a note of puzzlement. “But his sudden resignation more than a decade ago and cutting all

ties with contacts in the Northern Territory is indeed quite puzzling.”

deepened with a hint of darkness.

revelation.

in demeanor immediately. “I had forgotten

him up. Did someone mention something to

question with

from outside. She stepped into the

before she glanced away. The

greeted Alexander with

my eyes lowered, remaining silent. The weight of

chess at the moment,

202 Shadows of

any available spots at the dining establishment. If there are, make

reservation.”

turned to leave, her footsteps

stopped her.

restaurant tonight. Join us.”

couldn’t refuse. She

word.

my silence deepening. The distance

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

with the Blackwood family at the

with unspoken tensions.

mate Joyce Harrison in the corridor. The older

without prior notice is indeed a

Harrison said politely.

“Deputy Minister Harrison is a busy official. I wouldn’t dare

your time.”

waved his hand dismissively. “You flatter me. I’m retiring in two years, so I’m enjoying

with concern. “Is Alpha Marcus in

eyes, his voice carrying an edge.

followed up carefully. “But I heard you were seriously injured

abroad?”

explained, “It was just an

from the

Harrison feigned

the three men were talking, Joyce Harrison walked towards me with a warm smile. Her eyes held

took the initiative to apologize. “I’m so sorry I

my hand, looking at me intently. “There’s nothing to apologize for.

affairs. I even mentioned it to my mate before. I didn’t expect you to really be Dorothea’s

was taken aback by her familiarity. Suddenly I recalled Deputy Minister Harrison’s comment about my resembling Dorothea more than

for that? Hearing Joyce address my

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