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Chapter 230: You actually care about me, right?

Chapter 230: You actually care about me, right?

(Sophia Rivers’s POV)

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I picked up my compact mirror with trembling hands. The reflection staring back at me was a shadow of my former self. My left ear still couldn’t hear properly, and the bruises on my face had turned an ugly yellow–green color.

But I couldn’t let Marcus see me like this. Not completely broken.

I applied lipstick with shaking fingers, trying to restore some semblance of dignity. The bright red color looked garish against my pale, injured face, but it was better than nothing.

Even in this pack enforcement facility’s medical wing, even as a prisoner, I needed to face him with whatever composure I could muster. This might be my last chance to reach him, to make him remember what we once had.

The pack nurse approached my bedside. “Miss Rivers, you have a visitor.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. After all this time, he had finally come.

The nurse drew back the privacy curtain, and there he was. Marcus Blackwood stood in the doorway, his imposing Alpha presence filling the entire space. His devastatingly handsome features seemed even more commanding than before, if that was possible.

Those golden eyes surveyed the scene with calculated coldness. No warmth. No recognition of our shared past. Just the detached assessment of an Alpha evaluating a fallen pack member.

I forced a bitter laugh, trying to mask the desperation clawing at my chest. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

He remained silent, his expression unreadable.

“They say you have a terminal illness,” I continued, unable to stop the words from spilling out. “I’ve been wondering if it’s some kind of Moon Goddess’s retribution.”

The hint of dark satisfaction in my voice surprised even me. If I was going to suffer, why shouldn’t he?

Marcus stepped closer, unmoved by my words. His Alpha authority radiated from him like heat from a flame.

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“You look like you’ve suffered quite a bit in detention, haven’t you?” he countered, his voice. cutting through my pretense like a blade.

their mark. I could feel my carefully constructed facade beginning

by his presence. The sheer force of him, the way he commanded the room without even trying. It reminded me of

reached out to grasp his hand. “Marcus, you actually care about me,

was warm and strong, just as I remembered. For a

chest.

we shared something real,” I pleaded, my voice breaking. “I believe you wouldn’t have changed if it weren’t for

understand. Had to make

words tumbling out in a rush. “I regret not fighting harder for you back then. But I

hand. “When I returned to the Northern Territory and saw Elena by your side as your Luna,

indifferent. Devoid of any mate bond warmth or pack loyalty. The golden eyes that once looked at me with something

fade as I slowly released his hand. The Alpha’s complete emotional detachment

finality. “I was never your destined

boring into mine. “If

drained from my features as his words hit home. “You…

About Oliver? I

long,” he confirmed, his voice carrying the authority of an Alpha who had methodically uncovered every deception within his territory. Panic rose in my throat like bile. “When did

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about those schemes between you and Nathan Sterling,” he replied, linking my betrayal to the

held no mercy as he continued to dismantle my illusions piece by

didn’t tell him about the pack’s private matters!” I protested desperately, trying to

coldly. “I didn’t say he was the

spine. If not Nathan, then who? How extensive

heart. “Nathan Sterling only helped you because he harbors an ancestral

by orchestrating such elaborate schemes, he

its axis. Nathan had feelings for Elena? But he was supposed to

me!

him for your own revenge,” Marcus continued relentlessly. “But you never considered that he was holding back information from you. I became suspicious when I realized he wasn’t your primary backer

like silver blades. Every secret I thought I had kept, every scheme I thought was

then, your adoptive father fled the Northern Territory with gambling debts,” he recounted with Alpha

breathing became shallow. How could he know these

wouldn’t be able to afford a residence in such an exclusive area, right?” His golden

gaze felt like silver

seeking forgiveness from the Alpha I had betrayed. “How you ended up mated

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