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The medical wing felt like a pressure cooker. Outside the soundproof glass, the Academy was a chaotic swarm of students fueled by adrenaline and rumors. Sol groaned, his muscles locking as he tried to sit up. The Silver Ace had neutralized the toxin, but his body felt like it had been shredded from the inside out. "Don't fight it," I murmured, stepping into his space. I hooked my arm under his shoulder, providing a steady anchor. I was careful to grip only his shirt, keeping my skin from touching the heat of his arm. "We don't have the luxury of waiting for you to recover. We need to move before the narrative shifts." The King watched us, his face a mask of grief and fury. He reached out as if to help, but he looked at his son and saw a warrior who needed to stand on his own. He simply nodded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. We emerged into the main corridor just as Marcus was trying to shove his way through a wall of students. He was a force of nature, his eyes glo

Maxwell was gone. Truly gone.For a flickering second, a memory I had tried to bury surfaced. I remembered his laughter as a pup, high and bright. I remembered him rolling around in the dirt with Caleb and Jax, four children making a mess of the world. He used to help me in ways no one else dared, standing up to the older boys before he even knew what an Alpha was.But as we grew, the spark in his eyes had been snuffed out, replaced by a cold, oily smugness. When the 'Heir' title finally settled on his shoulders and he was placed in the specialized Alpha section in high school, he ceased to be the boy I grew up with. He became a stranger wearing a familiar face.Even after all the pain he’d put me through—the betrayal, the rejection, the public shaming—it was still difficult to reconcile that boy with a man capable of planning an assassination attempt on the future King.I felt my heart finally finish breaking. It wasn't a painful snap; it was the quiet, hollow sound of letting go. I