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Sari said suddenly. I turned my head toward her. “Yes?” She studied me carefully. “Have you experienced any new symptoms from the bite? Any signs at all?” “No,” I answered flatly. Sari tilted her head. “You feel completely okay?” “I said no before. That means I am fine.” She bowed her head slightly. “Forgive me, Alpha. If any symptoms appear — fever, blood cravings, sensitivity to light — you must inform me immediately so we can contain it. We cannot have an infected Alpha leading Valkarion.”

Uncle Astor continued his line of questioning. 'No, he would definitely not be fit to attend the event, we would have to tell everyone he travelled for very important business. It is not good for outsiders to learn that one of the Alphas is sick and on the verge of death. It would put the pack at risk of danger on such a night as that.' I heaved a sigh and continued like a recorded sound. "No, definitely not. He would not be fit to attend the event even if he does wake up before then."

It’s not a question. “I’m sending you ahead,” he corrects. “Wrath goes with you. So do Love and Sorrow. The rest stay with me. We hold the gate.” “Alistair has missiles, Draven.” “And I have a King,” he says. His forehead touches mine. “And she has claws.” Another knock hits the gate. Harder. Then the speaker crackles. “Final warning, Duskbane. You have thirty seconds.” Rowan’s voice cuts through the comms in my ear. “Evac is moving. But Alpha, their heat signatures — they’ve got tanks. At least four.”

Rider POV The night was quiet as I walked along the edge of the forest. The air was cold, and the ground felt firm beneath my boots. I was supposed to be in my office finishing reports, but when rogues were detected near our borders, I came out to patrol. As Alpha, I always led the search myself. My Beta spoke through the pack link, saying the trail had gone cold. No tracks. No body. No clear signs. That bothered me. Rogues rarely moved without reason. Something about tonight felt wrong, and the feeling sat heavy in my chest like a warning.

The alpha scoffed. "Keiran, I know about diseases. I have handled herbs and I've also treated people. I just want to check something," Evelyn tried to explain. "This is not some harmless winter disease, Evelyn. It's taking lives and it's fast in doing that. I don't want anyone else to get sick," Keiran said sternly. This is exactly why the alpha didn't want the omega to come with him. He was sure she'd come up with something to bother him. "No, guys, please listen to me—"

"He was rushed home. Didn’t you hear?" "He’s an Alpha," Zara says, confused. "Aren’t they, like... invincible? It’s just a fever." "It was serious," Tyler shrugs. "That’s what I heard. He’s been out since yesterday." I slide forward in my seat, eyes narrowing. When Harry said Aiden was sick, I didn’t think much of it. But now? An Alpha getting sick? That’s rare. We heal fast. Even regular wolves don’t fall sick like that. And it’s been days?

Samuel raised an eyebrow at my commanding tone but complied, settling onto a plastic chair and pushing back his sleeve to reveal a jagged laceration running from his elbow nearly to his wrist. “Nothing serious?” I exclaimed, opening the kit. “This needs stitches!” “It’ll heal by morning,” he dismissed. “Werewolf metabolism.” “Accelerated healing doesn’t prevent infection.” I pulled out alcohol swabs, antibiotic ointment, and gauze. “Did the rogue who did this have dirty claws? Because tetanus is still a thing, even for Alphas.” “I think he had just finished eating a particularly foul-smelling carcass,” Samuel replied wryly. “Does that count?”

“Then what do you suppose we do?” “You could call her alpha, discuss her condition with him.” If Balgaire saw her like this he would declare war upon my pack. I’d fight him, I’d take him down…but there is something festering deep within me, I did not want Balgaire with her right now. I wanted to be here. “That’s not an option.” I seethe out to the doctor. “Or…you give her your alpha saliva.” “I can’t give my alpha saliva to another female; do you know how that would look.”

The Elders now had their eyes on me, waiting for an answer. “But it isn’t, is it?” I asked, turning my head to Mira. The whole thing was feeling like a court procession, and for some reason, I was loving it. “Mira, did you or did you not prepare a mixture for the Alpha because of his illness?” She nodded. “I did, Luna. Twice.” “The first time, I had given it directly to Jackie, since she was the one staying with the Alpha at that point in time.” “Are you aware of the allergies that the Alpha has?” I asked.

Staring at Aiden, “we’d need an emergency allocation of medical resources and then men I saw hovering round the Alpha needed a break … I’d suggest we reach out to healers that he dealt with war kind of illness.” “I believe they would have far more coverage of things like this than healers that are used to treating common sicknesses.” “The amount of people that had access to the Alpha quarters are too much … if someone is to slip in and poison the alpha we wouldn’t know so we’d arrange strict access to this wing.” I waited for more suggestions but I got nothing… just heads nodding in agreement. “Also,” I continued, “this recent development should be contained within these walls… if the Alpha’