NovelGoldChapter 95: The Alpha’s Claim
Chapter 95: The Alpha’s Claim
(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)
My outline tightened, and a cold aura exuded from my body. The sight of Elena in that ridiculous wedding dress,
surrounded by these pathetic excuses for pack members, Ignited something primal within me.
Tm here to find my mate, | announced, my voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
The crowd fell silent instantly. The word “mate” hung in the air like a thunderclap, commanding absolute
attention.
Charles Mitchell stammered, his face pale with sudden fear. “Your mate is...?"
| extended my hand toward Elena, my voice softening despite the rage burning in my chest. “Chere.”
Every eye in the crowd turned to Elena. Shock and confusion rippled through their faces like waves. The
implications of my words threatened to destroy everything these fools had planned.
Was she already mated? The question hung unspoken in the air, but | could see it written across every face.
Matilda Blackthorne recovered first, her voice shrill with desperation. “Nonsense! My granddaughter is not
mated. *
ian Blackthorne nodded frantically, her earlier confidence crumbling significant event hidden from her family?”
“Why would Elena keep such a
Amy Mitchell found their words convincing. After all, the Blackthorne family had assured them
unmated.
was
“Sir, are you mistaken?” Amy's voice wavered. “Today is a joyous day for our family. How could your mate be my
future daughter-in-law?”
(Elena’s POV)
| finally found my voice, cutting through their pathetic denials. “Excuse me, | am indeed mated.”
The words felt like freedom on my tongue. “My mating status can be verified at the Territorial Registry Office”
| looked directly at Charles Mitchell and Amy Mitchell. “You two are cultured individuals. You should be aware of
the laws regarding forced mating.”
The Mitchell family parents’ faces changed drastically. The color drained from their cheeks as they realized the
potential legal ramifications.
Charles Mitchell whirled on Vivian Blackthorne and Matilda Blackthorne, his voice rising with fury. “You tried
to deceive us for financial gain!”
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“You told us she was unmated!” Amy Mitchell shrieked. “We could go to prison for this!”
Matilda Blackthorne desperately tried to salvage the situation. “She’s lying! She’s just trying to escape!”
But Amber Stone stepped forward, her voice calm and professional. “Is it false? Why not just check with the
Registry Office?”
She paused, letting her words sink in. “Moreover, Elena is recognized by Margaret Blackwood as the Luna of the
Blackwood family.”
Her next words hit like a physical blow. “Are you trying to compete with the Blackwood family for her?”
The mention of the Blackwood family sent shockwaves through the crowd. Vivian Blackthorne’s face went white
as she realized the enormity of their miscalculation.
Matilda Blackthorne filled with regret, turned on Vivian with vicious anger. “You misled me! You said she was just
a poor orphan!”
Vivian Blackthorne wasn’t willing to take the blalone. “You were shortsighted and easily swayed! | never
forced you to do anything!”
Witnessing Matilda Blackthorne’s tic display of distress, | felt nothing but cold amusement.
“You...” Matilda Blackthorne almost fainted from anger until someone beside her supported her.
She collapsed to the ground, crying loudly. “My Richard! Richard! Why didn’t you explain it back then!”
Her concern was solely for her own wealth and status, not genuine grief for her deceased son. The hypocrisy
disgusted me.
Charles Mitchell, now fully aware of the situation, turned to Marcus with desperate apologies. “Sir, we had no
idea! We were deceived!”
He tried frantically to distance himself from the deception. We would never knowingly interfere with a mated
she-wolft”
Harold Mitchell, realizing he was about to lose his bride, began to cry like a child. He reached out with clumsy
hands, trying to grab me.
“Mate! My mate!” he walled, drool escaping the corner of his mouth.
Marcus pulledinto his arms, shieldingfrom Harold's grasping hands. | trembled against his chest,
overwhelmed by everything that had happened.
Marcus handed the umbrella to Amber Stone and sweptup into a bridal carry. His arms felt solid and
safe around me.
Before leaving, he turned to Charles Mitchell with casual interest. “What business does Thomas Blackthorne
run?
“A steel plant, sir,” Charles Mitchell answered quickly, eager to please.
Marcus looked down at me, his golden eyes searching my face. “Do you wantto let them go?”
| looked back at Matilda Blackthorne lying on the ground, at Vivian Blackthorne standing frozen in shock. These
people had tried to selllike livestock.
“Their affairs have nothing to do with me,” | said coldly
Marcus smiled, and there was something predatory in the expression. He turned to Amber Stone. “Shut down the
steel plant.”
“Yes, Alpha, Amber Stone replied without hesitation.
After Marcus carriedinto the car, the slowly closing door isolated all the outside noise. Through the
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tinted window, | could only see Matilda Blackthorne lying on the ground and Vivian Blackthorne standing
motionless
Inside the car, Marcus gently touched my face. When I flinched away, he pulledclose against his chest.
“Why didn’t you return home?” he asked, his voice softer than I'd heard it in months.
| responded with weary resignation. “Do | even have a hanymore?”
“Moonhaven Estate is your home,” he asserted firmly.
He reached up and discarded my cheap hair accessory out the window. The plastic clip disappeared into the
darkness.
“How much did Matilda Blackthorne get paid to sell her granddaughter?” His voice was deceptively calm.
Marcus grabbed my chin, forcingto look at him. “You're quite a handful.”
“I didn’t ask Alpha Marcus to worry,” | retorted, trying to pull away.
Marcus's grip tightened, his mood darkening. “Who would you rather have worry
out you? Nathan Sterling?”
| attempted to pull away, but he heldtightly. His eyes flashed with something dangerous.
“The thought of you mating with that fool...” He didn’t finish the sentence, but | could see the rage building in
his expression.
*Shutting down the steel plant isn’t enough,” he decided grimly.
Back at Moonhaven Estate, Marcus carriedstraight to the Alpha’s Private Bath Chamber. He began to remove
my wedding dress with efficient movements.
Terror flooded through me. | huddled in the bathtub, my voice breaking. “Please don’t touch +
“I can’t... | can’t handle any more,” | begged, wrapping my arms around myself.
Marcus stopped, his hands frozen on the fabric. After a long silence, he stepped back
“Change,” he said quietly, then left the bathroom!
Alone, | resolved not to trust anyone anymore. Not even Marcus Blackwood.
Two days later, news reached us that Ironforge Steel Works had been shut down. The closure caused tens of
millions in losses for Vivian Blackthorne’s family.
William Thornfield, learning that his daughter had offended the Blackwood family, personally went to the
Blackwood Consortium three times. Each time, he was refused a meeting.
Matilda Blackthorne and Thomas Blackthorne also cto the Blackthorne Family Compound. Marcus's
Elite Guards drove them away before they even reached the yard.
Patricia Blackthorne was cremated at the Northern Territory Memorial Services. Marcus offered to arrange a
funeral, but | declined.
| buried my mother next to my father’s grave in Eternal Rest Cemetery in a simple ceremony. Marcus stayed with
His phone rang. Amber Stone asking him to return to Moonhaven Estate. | hesitated, wondering about
Marcus's motives.
Was this pity? Guilt? | couldn't understand his sudden protectiveness.
Marcus sensed my unspoken question, “What do you want to say?”
| dismissed it with a shake of my head. We left the cemetery together.
Back at Moonhaven Estate, Marcus received another work call. He leftto go upstairs alone.
As | stepped out of the Steel Ascent, | encountered Sophia Rivers waiting outside my door.
“Marcus-" She turned with a smile, but when she saw me, her expression faltered. “It's you...”
| curtly informed her that Marcus was downstairs. As | moved toward my Master Suite, Sophia suddenly
spoke.
“I'm sorry for your mother’s death,” she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy.
There was something in her tone that madestop. A hint of smugness beneath the innocent facade.
| turned, confused. “What do you mean?”
Sophia feigned innocence, but | could see the hidden satisfaction in her eyes. “I mentioned your younger brother
in front of your mother.”
She smiled meaningfully, her face innocent but with unmistakable smugness. “I didn’t expect you to lose your
father and now your mother”
“Actually, | didn’t mean to talk about your brother in front of your mother, but she provokedfirst.”
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