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Chapter 127: Confrontation and Control
Chapter 127: Confrontation and Control
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
“Are you crazy?” I confronted Marcus with fierce defiance when he attempted to restrain me again.
His golden eyes flashed dangerously. “Are you more crazy than me?”
I laughed recklessly, the sound echoing off the suite walls. “I’m merely cooperating with your desire to confine
me.”
In a moment of desperate rebellion, I pressed myself against him. His muscles tensed into defensive barriers
beneath my touch.
As I trembled and pressed closer, Marcus’s initial indifference transformed into resistance. He grasped my
hands firmly, holding me in his embrace.
“Stop making trouble, okay?” he pleaded, his voice strained.
I retorted bitterly, “You confined me without asking for reasons. You treat me like livestock by not even
allowing me to wear clothes.”
My voice cracked with emotion. “What right do you have to call my behavior ‘making trouble‘?”
I felt the heavy rise and fall of his chest against mine. Marcus finally released me, his breathing ragged.
“I’ll have someone prepare another bowl of venison broth,” he said hoarsely before leaving without ret
Amber Stone brought hot venison broth and tried to persuade me to drink it. I remained motionless v
closed eyes, refusing to acknowledge her presence.
“Luna, actually Alpha Marcus just wants to see your compliance, whether genuine or fake,” Amber offered meaningful advice.
She continued carefully, “At least don’t make things difficult for yourself. The more guarded you are against
him, the more unwilling he becomes.”
Her voice grew softer. “Conversely, if you act like before, it might be more beneficial for you.”
After delivering this counsel, Amber departed. I stared at the bowl of broth, contemplating her words in the suffocating silence.
(God’s POV)
Three days passed without Elena returning to the healing institute. Dr. Edmond Fisher noticed her absence
and rushed to Hugo Ashworth’s office.
“Where is Elena?” Edmond demanded answers. “Is she ill?”
Hugo remained evasive, though he suspected the reason. His jaw tightened as he avoided Edmond’s
searching gaze.
“I’m surprised you can resist caring about her,” Edmond expressed his disbelief.
Hugo replied coldly, “She has an Alpha mate and doesn’t need my concern.”
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Edmond leaned forward with interest. “Her mating bond is failing and severance seems imminent. There might be opportunities to swing the hoe well to topple any wall.”
“What about the one guarding the wall?” Hugo countered.
Edmond shrugged. “If the wall collapsed, guarding it would be meaningless.”
After Edmond left, Hugo checked his phone. Elena hadn’t replied to his messages from three days ago.
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
Meanwhile, I dined alone in the Great Hall. I was no longer confined, and Marcus had Amber Stone provide me with entirely new clothing while disposing of my old garments.
My phone remained confiscated, cutting me off from the outside world.
When Marcus returned before noon, he found me watching television on the sofa. A comedy played on screen, but I didn’t laugh.
Upon seeing him, I addressed him formally. “Alpha.”
He noticed my transformation immediately. Instead of my usual light, modest colors, I wore a dark green
velvet slip dress.
The fabric made me appear both charming and sensual. When he inquired about lunch, Amber reported that my appetite had improved over the past two days.
As Marcus prepared to return to the bedroom, I suddenly reached out. My fingers grasped his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks.
“When can I return to the institute?” I asked, explaining my concern about prolonged absence from work.
“Are you so eager to return?” he questioned, his voice guarded.
I clarified my relationship with Hugo carefully. “Professor Ashworth and I are merely colleagues with
romantic involvement you suspect.”
My voice grew steadier. “I admitted to lying to Amber Stone about living with Hugo. The deception wasn’t
directed at you.”
In response to my honesty, he asked unexpectedly, “Do you want to attend an auction?”
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That evening, Marcus brought me to the Moonstone Auction House. While Amber Stone took her seat in the Elite Viewing Gallery, he escorted me to the exclusive Shadow Veil Private Box.
These private chambers were equipped with screens linked to the main auction display. Distinguished pack leaders could observe all items and prices from their secluded vantage point.
In the Second Floor Corridor, we encountered the Head of Howell Family and his mate. Mrs. Howell noticed my beauty and graceful demeanor as I politely nodded in acknowledgment.
My attention was drawn to a familiar figure among the well–dressed pack members. Hugo Ashworth stood near the elevator, impeccably groomed in formal attire.
He was surrounded by other wealthy werewolves engaged in animated conversation. When our eyes met, Hugo looked at me briefly before discretely averting his gaze.
He approached our group with measured steps. The Head of Howell Family expressed surprise at seeing him.
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*Professor Ashworth! I didn’t expect to see you at the auction. You usually show no interest in such social
events.”
Hugo replied casually, “Just for fun tonight.”
He then addressed Marcus directly. “I haven’t had the opportunity to visit you properly during your extended
stay in Riverside City.”
The tension escalated when Hugo asked me directly, “Healer Elena, don’t you plan to return to the institute?”
I lowered my eyes carefully. “I’ll return once my health improves.”
Diana inquired about my condition with concern. I smiled weakly and nodded in response.
Hugo pressed further, his voice sharp. “Is it truly due to illness, or some other reason?”
Sensing the underlying conflict, Sebastian and Diana found an excuse to leave. The atmosphere grew thick
with unspoken tension.
Marcus laughed coldly. “Professor Ashworth seems very concerned about my Luna?”
Hugo frowned, justifying his concern. “Given the relationship between my grandfather and Elena, it’s
necessary.”
Marcus possessively wrapped his arm around my waist. “Rest assured with your grandfather – I can take
good care of my mate.”
To prevent Hugo from escalating the conflict with Marcus on my behalf, I interrupted quickly.
“Professor Ashworth, the auction is about to begin. I’ll go in with my Alpha first.”
My deliberate use of “my Alpha” stirred something unusual in Marcus’s heart. After Hugo acknow ed and departed toward his own box, Marcus pulled me into our Shadow Veil Private Box.
Without warning, he grasped my wrist and drew me into his embrace. His substantial hand rested on the
back of my neck as he lowered his head.
His distinguished lips and nose were mere inches from mine. In a low, intense voice, he demanded, “Who
taught you to call me that?”
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