Grey Anatomy Alex Karev Dies Mga Nobela at Kwento

They let me in without blinking. Inside, I found a list of interred bodies from the past six months. I flipped through them, one finger tracing the dates. Lyric Green. Buried three months ago. No cause of death, no attending healer, closed casket. Cleared by Alpha Tyler Blackwood. My blood went cold. He signed off on it. The bastard signed off on it. I slammed the file shut and left it where I found it. If they came looking for who read it, let them.

Alex’s chest tightened, a swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He told himself it was relief—relief that the so-called perfect Alpha was finally gone, that Alex no longer had to live in his shadow. But beneath the surface, an unfamiliar pang of guilt began to gnaw at him. “He’s dead,” Alex muttered to himself, standing up quickly as though the sight of Derek’s lifeless form burned him. His attention shifted to the beast, its massive body sprawled a few feet away. Blood poured from its wounds, and its ragged breaths came in short, uneven bursts.

Staggering toward Evangeline, Grayson stepped away as Alex fell to his knees beside her. Tears streamed down his face as he held his mate to his chest. Oh, he is dying. He will die… “My precious mate.” That was the last words he said before giving up the ghost. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding as Maurene fell to her knees, crying hard. My heart squeezed in my chest. Her best friend had betrayed her. Lied to her. Used her. And now… died before her eyes. I reached for her and brought her close to me. I cradled her to my chest. At least we had the easiest way out of this.

his voice was deep, vibrating in the very air around us. Without a second thought, he brought his foot down. He stepped on Alex’s head with enough force to shatter stone. There was a sickening splash, and blood sprayed across the grass. Alex’s body gave one final, pathetic twitch, and then he stopped moving forever. It was over. It was a sight I’ll never be able to unsee. The ground was stained a dark, messy crimson, and the air smelled like iron. It was brutal—completely gruesome. Kaelen stood there, looming over what was left of Alex, looking more like a monster than the man I loved.

Greyson's POV I swear to God I saw my life flash before my eyes while I was choking. Never in my life I would have imagined that I will leave this planet in a lame way. I can see it now. Cause of death: choking secondary to inappropriate timing of questions If precious plan was to kill my whole family at the same time, she's doing a good job. "Grey Grey! Can you breathe now?" Sunshine's face was less than an inch away from my face. I can hear the worry and panic in her voice.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

The women must have noticed that I was beginning to lose consciousness because they immediately let go of my limp body. "Is she dead?" I faintly heard one of them ask, her voice a mixture of fear and panic. "Who cares... I'm sure Lord Darius and Lady Hilda wouldn't care. They'll even thank us for getting rid of this filth," another said casually. "Thank us!!! How idiotic can you be!? Half-breed or not, she's the daughter of The Great Rafael Bloom. And we've just killed her. Mere vampire maids. We'll be staked alive for this," another declared in panic, making the others start to panic as well, realizing what they had done.

Xander's harsh grip caused her to hiss in pain as she struggled to get out of his tight grip. She paled upon hearing the master's name, Carl. Her mind hurriedly pondered on what these two might have been up to while she was down in this dark prison. Her nails itched ragingly glaring at this man before her. “Your husband, Mr. Gray is slowly turning to who he was in the past. A serial killer and it is all thanks to you!” Alexander loosened his knotted tie and shifted it to the other side. He took a good stare at Kimberly whose eyes blinked severally.

"Kenny is dead, and Neil is missing. My wife, Caroline, and her kids are confined in the hospital. I'm at the end of my rope now." The news hit Alex like a sledgehammer—he couldn't believe his ears. After all, Evan had proven resilient, surviving numerous hospitalizations and personal struggles for Caroline. Alex couldn't fathom how a helicopter ride could lead to Evan's demise. The disbelief gripped him as he looked at the phone on the table. Reacting quickly, he called Reuben for confirmation. Thomas didn't intervene as Alex conversed with Reuben over the phone.

“Mr. Grey, I’m your mother’s lawyer. I’m calling to discuss her estate. She left a will stating that everything goes to Ms. White. I just need confirmation that you’ve been informed.” Xavier’s grip tightened on his phone, and his voice grew tense. “Can you stop with the games? Do you think it’s fun playing a fool of me?” The lawyer’s voice remained cold. “No one is playing a fool of you. Your mother was buried today. We’re handling her affairs as she requested.” Xavier abruptly ended the call. He walked over to the urn, crouched down, and picked up a bit of the spilled ashes. Ashes were nothing like flour, and the difference was obvious.