The Blue Alpha
A murmur rippled through the hall.
Rhun exhaled slowly. “That answer would suffice from any other Alpha.”
Kael’s jaw tightened by a fraction.
“But not from you,” Rhun continued. “Because you are not like the others.”
No. He wasn’t.
Blue Alphas were never like the others.
They were containers.
Vessels.
They absorbed what others bled out — grief, resentment, unspoken violence. The things that tore packs apart. Over time, it accumulated, pressing inward until the Alpha either shattered… or disappeared.