After Severance Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Let’s sever our mate bond, I’ll set you free.

Chapter 73: Let’s sever our mate bond, I’ll set you free.

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

“Let’s sever our mate bond, I’ll set you free.”

The words echoed in my ears like a death sentence. My face chilled with Alpha authority as Elena’s declaration hit me with devastating finality.

She had already informed me that Margaret Blackwood had agreed to the bond severance. My own grandmother would not interfere in our separation.

As Elena once again pulled her hand from my grasp, my suppressed emotions erupted through our mate bond like a dam bursting. The connection between us crackled with raw intensity.

My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into my embrace with desperate force. In two or three steps, I pinned her against the glass door of the Shadow Passage.

Her hair tie came loose during our struggle. Her thick, dark hair cascaded down in wild disarray, tangling around my arm like silk chains.

Elena’s pupils contracted slightly as she realized my next move. She turned her face away, trying to avoid

what was coming.

I paused, my palm cupping her face with firm pressure. I forced her to look directly at me, then kissed her with all the desperation I’d been holding back.

Our mate bond crackled with electric intensity. Elena clenched her teeth, refusing to respond to my touch.

So I deprived her of breath. As she began to lose oxygen, she finally opened her mouth, and I took the

opportunity to invade.

The more she struggled, the more I took control/Finally, she gave up, forced to yield to my dominance.

I released her lips, my fingertips caressing her delicate face. Her skin was flushed red from holding her breath, making her look vulnerable and beautiful.

I always knew how to hide my unknown side. But time and again, I lost control in front of her. This time, it had escalated beyond anything before.

I changed the subject, desperate to avoid the topic that was tearing us apart. “What do you want? Jewelry? Designer items? Clothes?”

Anything but the bond severance. If I didn’t mention it, maybe it would simply pass.

(Elena’s POV)

“I want nothing from you,” I retorted, my voice sharp with annoyance.

Marcus pressed on, his golden eyes searching my face. Then what do you want?”

“I want my father alive.”

The words hung between us like a blade. Marcus stared at me, not responding through our mate bond.

Chapter 73 Let’s sever ou

I wiped away the traces of his touch from my lips with the back of my hand. The gesture was deliberate,

meant to hurt him.

I pushed him away and walked aside, my voice cold and final. “Aside from David Blackthorne, I can never forget or forgive what happened to Richard Blackthorne”

I walked towards my healing chamber, getting angrier with each step. I nearly wanted to tear off my mouth and replace it with something that hadn’t been touched by him.

“Elena!”

I looked up. Only Rachel Thompson was at the Healer’s Station, her expression nervous and furtive.

Rachel looked around carefully, then slipped a folded note into my hand before returning to her post. Her

movements were quick and secretive.

I didn’t open the note immediately. Instead, I clenched it in my hand, waiting until I returned to my office to

read it.

The next morning arrived with surgical precision. Two hours before the operation, I gathered the surgical

team in the Medical Conference Chamber.

We reconfirmed every detail of the surgical plan. Nothing could be left to chance with Joyce Harrison’s life on

the line

Before changing into my surgical gown, I noticed a new face among the team. Despite her mask, her tension was evident in her eyes and rigid posture.

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“Is this your first surgery?” I asked gently.

Trainee Nurse Emma nodded nervously. “Yes, it’s my first time.”

“Don’t be nervous,” I encouraged her. “You’ll do fine.”

Dr. Barton Mitchell and the Medical Apprentice prepared the healing tools while waiting for my instructions. Everything had to be perfect.

I I walked to the operating table and used a marking pen to outline the tumor area on Joyce Harrison’s prepared head. The precision required was absolute.

Trainee Nurse Emma handed the anesthetics to the Healing Assistant. He began adjusting the dosage according to the patient’s height and weight.

I glanced up, my enhanced werewolf senses detecting something wrong. My eyes swept over the anesthetic In the Healing Assistant’s hand.

Trainee Nurse Emma nervously met my gaze. Something in her expression triggered my suspicions.

“Stop,” I said as the Healing Assistant prepared to inject the patient.

Dr. Barton Mitchell looked at me with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Hand me the anesthetic,” I instructed the Healing Assistant.

After examining it with my heightened werewolf senses, I frowned. “Why are we using propofol when Joyce Harrison is allergic to it?”

The Healing Assistant was stunned. “Wasn’t it supposed to be fentanyl?”

Chapter 73 Letsoever ou

He took the anesthetic back and checked the vial he had drawn from “This says fentanyl,”

I pulled an anesthetic from my pocket. “I specially instructed the pharmacy to keep this for me this morning. How do you explain the extra anesthetic?”

The Healing Assistant understood immediately what the extra anesthetic meant. He turned to question Trainee Nurse Emma about the medicine she had given him..

Trainee Nurse Emma trembled violently, unable to catch her breath. Her face had gone completely pale.

“It’s her first time in surgery,” I said, helping her save face. “She doesn’t know much. She can still be forgiven

for making a mistake before it causes disaster.”

I looked directly at Trainee Nurse Emma. “But you’re not suitable for this position.”

Emma burst into tears from the psychological pressure. “Sophia Rivers told me to take it! She said a little allergy to anesthetic was fine, just a small dose. She said it wouldn’t cause life-threatening danger!”

The Healing Assistant was furious. Everyone in the Surgical Chamber lost their previous good feelings

toward Sophia Rivers.

My face darkened. If not for Rachel Thompson’s note, I would never have imagined Sophia would be bold

enough to tamper with a patient’s surgery.

Take Trainee Nurse Emma out,” I ordered.

1 approached Dr. Barton Mitchell and whispered something in his ear. He was stunned but gestured in

cooperation.

(Sophia Rivers‘ POV)

The surgery lasted five hours, from nine in the morning to one in the afternoon. Deputy Minister Harrison had

been pacing outside the Surgical Wing, his anxiety palpable.

I came to the surgical department, seeing that the surgery was still in progress. No healers had emerged to report good news, so I couldn’t tell what the situation was.

Ten minutes later, Dr. Barton Mitchell walked out of the Surgical Chamber. Deputy Minister Harrison quickly

stepped forward to ask about his mate’s surgery

Dr. Mitchell took off his mask. His face didn’t show the joy usually expressed when surgery was successful.

He seemed to have some unspeakable secret, hesitating for a long time.

Seeing this, I was secretly happy. I walked toward Deputy Minister Harrison with false sympathy.

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