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Chapter 151: The Truth Behind the Ancestral Moonstone Bracelet

b(/bElena ckwood’s POV)

I stood frozen, staring into Marcus ckwood’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 ckwood, 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,” hemanded coldly.

Sandy trembled under the pressure of hismand. She quickly grabbed the bank card from the table.

Her face went pale with terror as she fled the private dining suite. The door mmed behind her with finality.

Alone with me in the private suite, Marcus asked with bitterughter, “Are those truly your feelings about our

mate bond?”

I avoided his gaze and gave a nomittal 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 maniptor 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 andughed bitterly. “Can the harm from outsiderspare to the harm

from one’s mate?”

Marcus argued desperately, “Outsiders‘ harm is still harm.”

I became agitated, my voice rising. “They can’t bepared!”

Tused 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 dered 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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btears /bhitting bthe /bbfloor/b.

b(/bGod’s POV)

Sandy Parker returned to her hotel only to encounter ra Parker in the lobby. The older woman’s eyes lit bup /b

with desperate hope.

When security blocked ra, 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 dered coldly, “I’m a daughter of the Whitmore Pack. You’re merely my adoptive mother.”

ra 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 rtion!”

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 used 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.”

ra was devastated, exining 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.”

Sandyined bitterly, “Father yelled at me and even struck me for taking just one million yuan.”

Her eyes shed with anger. “That proves he isn’t my real father.”

As she tried to leave, ra grabbed her arm. “We can do a DNA test to prove our rtionship!”

In the struggle, Sandy pushed her adoptive mother violently. ra fell down the stairs with a sickening thud.

Sandy stood frozen in shock, staring at ra’s crumpled form below.

(Elena ckwood’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 exined breathlessly, “He went to visit his mate in the orthopedic wing.”

I learned that ra Parker was recovering from a shattered left foot and pelvic discement from her fall. I went to retrieve William immediately.

Outside the recovery chamber, I overheard ra crying. “How could my daughter, whom I carried for ten months, possibly belong to another pack family?”

William’s voice was heavy with self–me. “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 exin about the ancestral moonstone bracelet.”

He revealed with trembling voice, “Years ago, we encountered two rescued werewolf children after ba /bterritorial

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His hands shook as he continued. “The bracelet fell from one of the children’s hands as they bwere /btaken away

bby /bambnce.”

William exined further, “I picked it up, thinking it might be valuable. But an expert dismissed it bas /b

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 b– /bsimr ancient pack symbols inscribed on it.

The bracelet had disappeared after my childhood k********g incident. I had always assumed it was made bby /b

my foster parents.

But now I realized the truth with shocking rity.

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 ce. Adrian Whitmore’s words about me resembling the Whitmore Pack more than Sandy.

Hisck 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 resemnce 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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