Dax had never hit Dorien.
Never.
The Noble heir’s body trembled as he scrambled to his knees, his eyes overflowing.
“Father,” he gasped.
Dax struck him, open-palmed, across the face.
Those guarding outside the pack hospital heard the sound from yards away.
“What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. This?” Dax growled.
Dorien would have screamed from the strike, but his voice had left him. He glanced at his father from the corner of his bleeding eye as he held his dislocated jaw.
Beta Brock and Alpha Corien were behind Alpha Dax.
Deep green eyes stared at Dorien from the door. A murderous aura filled the room as Dorien locked eyes with the owner of those eyes.
Dorien tore his gaze from Marian, returning his eyes to his father.
“I,” Dorien croaked, “I,” his eyes snapped to Reyland, then, for the first time, his eyes scanned the room.
Dorien had never met the Alph
