After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 231: Just a Pawn

Chapter 231: Just a Pawn

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

My eardrum throbbed with excruciating pain, the damaged tissue sending waves of agony through my skull. The pack enforcement detention had left me with a detached and necrotic eardrum, but I refused the surgery they kept pushing on me.

I needed to stay alert. I needed to find a way to escape.

But as I lay here in this sterile Recovery Ward, staring at Marcus’s cold golden eyes, the truth crashed over me like a tidal wave. It wasn’t those damned she–wolves who had caused my misery.

It was him. The Alpha who had once shown me such favor, such protection.

I had always known Marcus hated me now, but some foolish part of me believed he still harbored a trace of pity for a former pack member. How ridiculous that hope seemed now.

“You orchestrated all of this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible through my damaged hearing. “You let them hurt me in detention.”

Marcus’s expression remained impassive. No denial. No explanation.

Just that terrible, calculating silence.

The realization hit me like a physical blow. Every moment of suffering, every degradation I’d endured – he had allowed it all to happen. Perhaps even arranged it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as intense hatred welled up in my eyes. My hand found the heavy medical instrument on the bedside table – a metal tray used for surgical tools.

With all my remaining strength, I hurled it at him.

“You bastard!” I screamed.

Marcus raised his hand to block, his arm taking the blow with barely a flinch. The metal clattered to the floor with a sharp ring.

Elena moved to step forward, but the pack nurse and doctor immediately restrained me, their hands gripping my shoulders as I struggled against them.

A ferocious smile spread across my face as the truth poured out of me like poison.

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Blackwood! Do you think I love you?” I cried, my voice cracking with hysteria. “I never loved you! If it weren’t for your

felt like acid on my tongue, but they were liberating in their

you have that terminal illness! Retribution! This is

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

her voice echoing off the sterile walls like the wails of a banshee. Her body thrashed against the medical staff holding her down, her face contorted

her struggles weakened, though her wails still echoed in the air

coats obscured my view as the staff worked to restrain and sedate her.

Alpha figure seemed so out of place in this

finally turned, his golden eyes met mine for a brief moment. The weight of everything I’d witnessed

walked out of the intensive healing

I found Marcus waiting by the door. His presence filled the narrow hallway, making

asked, his voice low and

I heard

for a long moment, his golden eyes studying

of you doing this?” I asked calmly. “Taking revenge for David, don’t you think it’s too

was concerned, everything that was going to happen had already happened. Even if our cracked mate bond was somehow mended, even if we pretended nothing had

hum. “It may not mean anything to you, but it’s

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me.”

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was there to

Other than Marcus and myself visiting her, no

her spirit. She lay weakly in the hospital bed, listless

outside the window, watching her through the glass. Calling

the moment she chose the path of betraying the pack, there

gaze to look inside. “Elena, do she

you think

looked away from Sophia’s prone form. “According to her personality, even if she doesn’t

if David knows that his biological sister

tell David about this matter. Perhaps he could never know the truth about his bloodline