Alexander’s POVThirty Minutes Ago.The scent of copper hit my senses before I even touched the door handle. Blood. Silver and blood...I kicked the doors open, my instincts already screaming. It had been days since I last saw my father, but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the mighty Alpha King reduced to this. He was sprawled across the floor, his chest heaving as he fought for every shallow, excruciating breath."A-Alexander…" he wheezed, his trembling, blood-soaked hand reaching out toward me."Father!" I dropped heavily to my knees beside him, my hands immediately going to the hilt of the long silver sword buried deep inside his chest. "Hold on. Don't speak. I'm pulling it out, and the healers will—"He suddenly gripped my wrist. His grip was weak, fading fast, but the finality in his eyes stopped me dead."You don’t have to," he choked out, coughing up dark blood. "Leave it. I’m dying anyway, my son.""No," I growled. My heart was beating so fast. It was the firs
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