After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 122: Confrontation at the Banquet

Chapter 122: Confrontation at the Banquet

(God's POV)

Under the cover of night, Nathan Sterling invited Hugo Ashworth to meet at Moonlight Tavern, a neutral territory

establishment frequented by werewolves from various packs. When Hugo arrived, he found his usually sociable

friend sitting alone at the bar, drinking red wine in solitude with a cold expression.

His wolf's restlessness was evident as he ignored the she-wolves who tried to approach him. Several pack

females had attempted to strike up conversations, but Nathan's icy demeanor and the dangerous energy

radiating from him kept them at bay.

Hugo ordered a lemon water and confronted his friend about his unusual behavior, sensing the turmoil in

Nathan's scent. “What's eating at you? You look like you're ready to tear someone apart.”

Nathan admitted he was troubled and had no one to confide in. His fingers drummed against the bar as he

struggled with his words.

Then he revealed a photograph to Hugo - one that captured a scene Hugo knew all too well. It showed Hugo and

Elena in the healing institute corridor, their white coats making them appear perfectly matched.

“Where did you get this?” Hugo's voice was sharp, his own wolf stirring with unease.

When Hugo asked if Nathan had taken the photo, his friend admitted he originally intended to send it to Marcus

Blackwood through the pack online network. “I was going to make sure he saw what his precious Luna was up

to.”

This revelation sparked anger in Hugo, who grabbed Nathan by the collar, his own wolf bristling. “When did you

becso consumed by a mated she-wolf? Have you lost your mind?”

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Nathan fired back, accusing Hugo of breaking his promise to share any news about Elena. “You saidif you

learned anything about her. But you've already met her, haven't you? You didn’t say a word.”

His eyes flashed with jealousy. “I'm starting to wonder if you also have feelings for her.”

Hugo released him, his jaw clenched tight. “We're different. At least | know she’s Marcus's mate and | have

boundaries.”

His voice grew colder. “Unlike you, who pursued her, approached her, and then expected forgiveness without

considering her feelings or the sacred mate bond.”

Nathan fell silent, his chest heavy with the weight of his guilt. The accusation hit too close to home.

He acknowledged that his initial approach to Elena was purely manipulative. “I won't lie to you. When | first

sought her out, it was all calculated.”

His voice cracked slightly. “But | had moments of hesitation and regret, particularly after learning about her

struggles with the pack’s rejection.”

Two days later, Professor Andrew Kelly's Moonridge medical team arrived at the Riverside Grand Hotel. Elder

Theodore Ashworth and several medical experts waited in the lobby to receive them.

The lobby buzzed with anticipation as the distinguished guests made their entrance. Professor Andrew and

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Professor Theodore, having met in academic circles, greeted each other warmly like old pack allies.

“Theodore, my old friend! It’s been too long since our last conference,” Professor Andrew said, clasping the

elder’s hand.

When Professor Andrew inquired about Professor Theodore’s outstanding disciple, the elder assured him she

would arrive soon. “Elena is exceptional. You'll be impressed by her work.”

Sophia Rivers, standing beside the professor, quickly introduced herself. She had done her homework on

Professor Theodore’s prestigious position in both medical circles and as the patriarch of the Ashworth lineage.

“Professor Theodore, I'm Sophia Rivers from the Central Healing Institute. I've heard so much about your

groundbreaking research,” she said with practiced charm.

She recognized the strategic importance of gaining his favor. Nathan Sterling was no longer an option and

Marcus Blackwood now despised her.

Before her deception about “saving” him in the k****+*+xg case was exposed, she needed to secure protection

from someone powerful. The Ashworth family was her best bet.

Professor Theodore studied Sophia carefully, finding her introduction acceptable but sensing she was a

calculating she-wolf with considerable ambition. Her scent carried undertones of desperation and deceit that

his experienced nose detected immediately.

When he received a message from Elena about being delayed, he suggested they proceed to the banquet hall

to wait. “Shall we move to the venue? The other guests are already gathering.”

As the group moved toward the venue, Sophia frowned. She was learning that Professor Theodore had a

disciple who apparently had the audacity to keep such distinguished guests waiting.

“How unprofessional,” she muttered under her breath, though loud enough for the other team members to

hear.

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

At the banquet hall entrance, the venue was bustling with industry leaders, hospital directors, and executives

from Moonrise Medical Technology. The atmosphere was electric with professional networking and

academic discussion.

Just as | arrived, | encountered Sophia and two female werewolf members of the professor's team

approaching from another direction. The timing couldn't have been worse.

Recognizing me, Sophia's expression shifted momentarily before she forced a smile. “Elena! What a surprise to

find you in the Southern Territory.”

When one of the female colleagues asked about our connection, Sophia switched to Moonridge language.

Her tone was dismissive as she called“an unimportant she-wolf who probably relies on her mate to

infiltrate these circles.”

The other women laughed, assuming | couldn’t understand their conversation. Their arrogance was palpable

as they continued their gossip in what they thought was a safe language.

| interrupted Sophia’s assumption with perfect Moonridge language. “Why are werewolves showing off their

Moonridge language in their own territory?”

Their laughter died instantly, replaced by shocked silence.

“Did studying abroad for a few years make you feel superior to your own pack?” | continued sarcastically. “Who's

really relying on males to enter these circles? | think you know the answer better than anyone.”

The embarrassed colleagues realized their mistake, their faces flushing with humiliation. Sophia, biting her lip,

accusedof relying on Marcus Blackwood.

“Don’t act innocent. Everyone saw you at the Central Territory banquet where Marcus brought you to meet

Professor Andrew,” she spat.

Sophia assumed my silence meant she had struck a nerve. She stepped closer, her high heels clicking against

the marble floor.

“Unable to accept your relationship with Marcus? Is that why you're hiding in the Southern Territory like a rogue

wolf?” Her voice dripped with malice. “Does it hurt to be rejected by your own mate?”

The two female colleagues whispered among themselves, enjoying the . Sophia looked down atfrom

her high heels, desperate to humiliatecompletely.

However, | remained unmoved by Sophia’s arrogance. | saw it as nothing more than the desperate bravado of

an insecure she-wolf.

“I applied for a job transfer three months ago, though you didn’t believe me,” | said calmly. “If | truly wanted to

hide from you, | would have done so from the day you returned to our territory six months ago.”

My voice grew sharper. “My move to the Southern Territory was to leave Marcus and give you the opportunity

you wanted.”

With cutting sarcasm, | delivered the final blow. “Instead of seizing this chance, you're here seeking

validation. Is it because you don’t want to pursue Marcus, or because he no longer wants you as his mate?”

Sophia’s composure cracked at my pointed words. She raised her hand to strike, her wolf surfac

anger.

her

Instead of dodging, | caught her wrist with supernatural reflexes and slapped Sophia across the face. My own.

wolf responded to the challenge with swift precision.

As Sophia stumbled and cried out, the two female colleagues gasped in shock. They recognized the display of

werewolf strength that had just been unleashed.

When Sophia threatened me, | delivered another slap, this tto her lips. Her makeup smeared and swelling

began immediately.

“Continue playing the victim since you always claim to be framed,” | said mockingly.

When Professor Theodore and others approached upon hearing the commotion, Sophia immediately pointed at

me. “She attackedwithout provocation!”

However, | calmly explained that the three she-wolves had insultedin Moonridge language. “They assumed |

couldn’t understand, callinglow-class and spreading rumors that | rely on my mate to enter professional

circles.”

Professor Theodore’s expression darkened at this revelation. His Alpha authority radiated displeasure as he

surveyed the scene.

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The two female colleagues couldn't meet his gaze, their shevident. Desperate, Sophia tried to justify her

earlier comments.

“They were factual observations! Elena only attended Professor Andrew's visit through Marcus Blackwood'’s

connections,” she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction.

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