All Chapters of The Alpha King’s Secret Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evander's Point of ViewI follow her into the hospital, but they're already wheeling my daughter straight to the ICU. Something's gone wrong in the time it took to get her off the plane."What's wrong with her?" I close the distance to the gurney as fast as the staff around it allow."She's crashing!" Someone shouts it over the noise, and a second later the room fills with motion. A nurse slams a crash cart through the double doors, another rips open sterile packaging, Dr. Meredith calls numbers I don't understand to a room that moves like they've done this a hundred times before. Hands everywhere. Monitors screaming in overlapping tones.Amma stands off to the side, arms crossed, foot tapping against the tile in short, controlled bursts. It's the only sign she's not as calm as the rest of her looks. I recognize it now for what it is. She's been doing this exact thing for years, standing just outside a room she's not allowed to work in, watching someone else try to save the only perso

Evander's Point of View"So, I have a niece?" Noah drops into the chair across from my desk, grinning as if he owns it."Don't start.""What?" He spreads his hands, looking innocent, but it doesn't work. He's been waiting years to see me with an heir, years of watching the elders lean on me while Sabrina was held up as the sensible option. He never hid what he thought of that. He's enjoying this."She hates me," I say it to the wall. I keep seeing it, the way my daughter’s face changed when I walked into that room. I heard her heart kick into a sprint before she had time to hide it. My own daughter's pulse, racing because of me.Amma did that. Five years of lies, and now my child flinches at my voice."Maybe she just doesn't know you yet. Give her time, I'm sure...""I stood outside the door and listened to her tell Amma she'd rather go back to Kian than stay anywhere near me." My voice cracks on the last word. I clear my throat. This isn't me. I don't do this.Noah's grin is gone. "

Amma’s Point of ViewThe nurse beside me starts tearing strips of colored tape. Abbot plants himself at the doors and starts calling out triage in a voice that shakes but doesn't stop.I snap on the nearest pair of gloves and kneel beside a boy with a thigh wound that's pumping dark blood through the fingers of the man holding him."I've got him. Keep the pressure there, harder, don't let up." I rip open a packet of gauze with my teeth. "What's your name?""Cian," the boy whispers."Cian. I need you to look at me and tell me your favorite food.""P-pizza.""Good. Keep talking about pizza." I tell him as I try to check that he is okay.It’s nothing big, so he will probably survive. Once I’m done, I move to the next person and keep going,I work for what feels like an hour, maybe twenty minutes. A tourniquet. A chest tube on a teenager who was trampled in the stampede. I stitch a gash across a woman's scalp while she tells me, over and over, that her husband was behind her. I'm elbow-d

Evander’s Point of ViewI hear the elders before I reach the meeting room. Their voices pitched high, stacked on top of each other, chairs scraping. I shove the door open, and the noise doesn't stop. Not until I'm halfway across the room."What the hell is going on?""She is not this pack's Luna!" Arthur's finger jabs at the air. His face is the color of old brick.I swing my head toward him. "Who isn't?""Is it true the traitor's daughter is back in this pack?" someone calls from the far end.I find the man who said it. Brian. He doesn't meet my eyes. He has always been a coward."What the fuck did you just call her?""Everyone calm down." Lukas, the oldest of them, raises both palms. He's the only one at that table who's ever talked sense to me without a trace of fear or flattery. "Shouting is not a solution."‘Are you going to let this continue?’ My wolf sounds bored, and then, I swear to the goddess, he yawns. ‘They're barking at shadows.’"It's not a coincidence," Brian presses o

Amma's Point of View"I've been the designated Luna for five years."The words come out with some amusement, making me feel small once again. I should be angry, but I smile instead, until her expression flickers."That's good," I say. "You always did live off my scraps."Her face goes tight, and color climbs her throat, pink under the powder. Her lips part to say something, but she doesn’t say anything when her phone rings.The sound slices through the room, and she glances down at the screen. Something shifts in her face, triumph pushing the anger aside. She holds it out toward me, screen tilted just so, and I read the name before I can stop myself.Evander."Oh, look at that." She presses her palm to her chest like it's a delightful coincidence. "I need to take this."She answers it as she turns toward the window, voice dropping to something warm and low. "Hi. No, I'm fine. I was just checking on..."My entire body goes rigid. Every muscle locks. I hear her laugh at something he say