Chapter 151 The Truth Be
Chapter 151: The Truth Behind the Ancestral Moonstone Bracelet
Chapter 151: The Truth Behind the Ancestral Moonstone Bracelet
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
I stood frozen, staring into Marcus Blackwood’s dark, troubled golden eyes. An unexpected wave of guilt crashed over me about my harsh words.
The silence stretched between us like a chasm. His face was a mask of controlled devastation.
Sandy Parker seized the moment to gloat. “Alpha Blackwood, she said it herself she said she doesn’t love
you.”
Marcus’s pupils filled with bloodshot veins. His Alpha authority erupted like a physical force.
“Shut up and leave,” he commanded coldly.
Sandy trembled under the pressure of his command. She quickly grabbed the bank card from the table.
Her face went pale with terror as she fled the private dining suite. The door slammed behind her with finality.
Alone with me in the private suite, Marcus asked with bitter laughter, “Are those truly your feelings about our
mate bond?”
I avoided his gaze and gave a noncommittal shrug. The weight of his stare felt unbearable.
He pressed further, his voice strained. “Do you hate Nathan Sterling?”
Confused, I looked up at him. “Why would I hate him?”
Marcus’s face fell into shadow. “You can hate Nathan Sterling, the manipulator behind everything, yet reserve
all your hatred solely for me?”
His voice cracked with pain. “Are you truly that cruel to me alone?”
I finally understood his meaning and laughed bitterly. “Can the harm from outsiders compare to the harm
from one’s mate?”
Marcus argued desperately, “Outsiders‘ harm is still harm.”
I became agitated, my voice rising. “They can’t be compared!”
Taccused him with trembling fury. “You enabled the harm through your tacit approval. Remember your
attitude toward me in front of Sophia Rivers?”
I showed him the scars on my right hand from my previous injuries. The white lines stood out against my
skin.
“While you were reluctant to pursue Sophia after she fled the territory, I was not,” I declared coldly.
Marcus’s chest heaved as tears gathered in his bloodshot eyes. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.
“Can nothing I do make amends to our mate bond? Is it all futile?”
I confirmed coldly, “Good that you know.”
I walked out of the private dining suite without looking back. Behind me, I heard the sound of the Alpha’s
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tears hitting the floor.
(God’s POV)
Sandy Parker returned to her hotel only to encounter Clara Parker in the lobby. The older woman’s eyes lit up
with desperate hope.
When security blocked Clara, she cried out in confusion. “Why won’t my daughter even acknowledge her own
mother?”
Sandy dragged her to a stairwell, her face twisted with disgust. “Dorothea Whitmore is my real mother.”
She declared coldly, “I’m a daughter of the Whitmore Pack. You’re merely my adoptive mother.”
Clara protested desperately, tears streaming down her face. “I carried you for ten months and gave birth to
you!”
Her voice broke with anguish. “There are hospital records to prove our blood relation!”
Sandy insisted with cruel certainty, “If I weren’t truly a Whitmore Pack daughter, how could their ancestral
moonstone bracelet have ended up in William Parker’s possession?”
She accused her adoptive parents with venom. “You hid the truth to ensure I would care for you in old age.”
Her voice grew harder. “Now that I’ve found my real pack family, I don’t want to live in poverty anymore.”
Clara was devastated, explaining through tears. “Everything we did was for your sake!”
She pleaded desperately. “We have money from Sophia Rivers now. We don’t need to live poorly anymore.”
Sandy complained bitterly, “Father yelled at me and even struck me for taking just one million yuan.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “That proves he isn’t my real father.”
As she tried to leave, Clara grabbed her arm. “We can do a DNA test to prove our relationship!”
In the struggle, Sandy pushed her adoptive mother violently. Clara fell down the stairs with a sickening thud.
Sandy stood frozen in shock, staring at Clara’s crumpled form below.
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
At the Southern Territory Central Healing Institute, I was making my rounds when Pack Nurse Rachel
approached me urgently.
“Elena, the patient in recovery chamber 36 – William Parker – has stubbornly left his room despite his injuries.”
She explained breathlessly, “He went to visit his mate in the orthopedic wing.”
I learned that Clara Parker was recovering from a shattered left foot and pelvic displacement from her fall. I went to retrieve William immediately.
Outside the recovery chamber, I overheard Clara crying. “How could my daughter, whom I carried for ten months, possibly belong to another pack family?”
William’s voice was heavy with self–blame. “This situation has torn our family apart, and it’s all my fault.”
When I entered to escort William back to his chamber, he looked up with haunted eyes. “Doctor, I need to explain about the ancestral moonstone bracelet.”
He revealed with trembling voice, “Years ago, we encountered two rescued werewolf children after a territorial
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incident.
His hands shook as he continued. “The bracelet fell from one of the children’s hands as they were taken away
by ambulance.”
William explained further, “I picked it up, thinking it might be valuable. But an expert dismissed it as
worthless broken metal.”
He stored it away and forgot about it until Sandy discovered it. “It turned out to be the Whitmore Pack’s
ancestral heirloom.”
As I listened, I unconsciously touched my empty wrist. Memories of my own moonstone bracelet surfaced – similar ancient pack symbols inscribed on it.
The bracelet had disappeared after my childhood k********g incident. I had always assumed it was made by
my foster parents.
But now I realized the truth with shocking clarity.
The rescued werewolf children William mentioned were likely Marcus and me. The bracelet was originally
mine.
Fragments of memory surfaced like puzzle pieces falling into place. Adrian Whitmore’s words about me resembling the Whitmore Pack more than Sandy.
His lack of joy at finding his supposed sister. Samuel Whitmore’s emotional recognition of me as his
“Sweetheart.”
The shocking realization hit me through my enhanced werewolf senses. I was the real Whitmore Pack
daughter.
Adrian Whitmore’s true sister. The moonstone bracelet, the facial resemblance that Deputy Minister Harrison had noticed, and Dorothea Whitmore’s immediate maternal attachment to me all suddenly made perfect
sense.
I possessed the true Whitmore bloodline, not Sandy Parker.
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