Bonds

Chapter 84

Alex’s POV

The sterile smell of disinfectant was a constant assault on my senses, blending with the metallic tang of blood that seemed to linger in the air despite there being no visible wound on my father. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his once powerful frame now reduced to a frail shell. Yet, as he spoke of the past, a spark of his former self ignited in his eyes- a chilling mixture of pride and something akin to

amusement.

“We were young and foolish then,” he rasped, “Ambition burned bright in both our bellies, Daniel Stone and I. We craved power, influence, dominance that stretched across both worlds- the human and the werewolf”

A humorless short escaped his lips, a dry rasp that echoed in the sterile silence. “There was a constant struggle, skirmishes along the borders, tests of strength. But there was also a… respect. We understood the boundaries, the lines that shouldn’t be crossed.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, his weathered face etched with a weariness that went beyond illness. When he opened them again, they glinted with a cold, steely resolve.

“Then came the opportunity. A chance to cripple Stone’s hold on a crucial exchange route, a power move that would solidify my position as the alpha with the most influence.”

My throat tightened. This was it, the moment he would explain the attack, the one that had fractured the fragile peace between the packs. But as he spoke, a different picture emerged–one devoid of remorse, painted solely with ruthless ambition.

“The plan was simple,” he continued, his voice gaining a sliver of strength. “A swift raid, a display of force, a message to the other packs. Nothing more.”

A cold dread settled in my stomach. “But it went wrong, didn’t it?”

He gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable. “There was a fight, of course. It was brutal, fangs and claws bared. But then… chaos. A stray bullet, a panicked shift… and then silence.”

The silence in the room felt even heavier now, “Daniel’s son, a young boy barely out of his pup year just like you, he was caught in the crossfire. Dead and…” He trailed off, a flicker of something that might have been regret crossing his face, but it was fleeting.

“The details are unimportant,” he continued, his voice laced with a dismissive arrogance. “Collateral damage is inevitable in any war. You will come to understand.”

stared at him, incredulous. Collateral damage? As if the death of a child was a mere statistic in his quest for power. “How can you say that?”

edge creeping in. “Besides, Stone wasn’t blameless either. He retaliated, striking at our pack with equal ferocity. It was a war, a game of dominance, and

loses.”

a game, but all I saw was the shattered innocence of a young life lost, a life needlessly taken in the crossfire of his ambition. He was responsible for her brother’s death, a brother she never got to know. Did she know? This was why Daniel Stone hated me so much. If Amaya had known why did she still mate with

he continued, a hint of satisfaction creeping into his voice, “the Moon Goddess

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words catching in my throat. “And from what you’re saying. I must have been around three years old at the

for the constant tension between our packs, the unspoken hatred simmering beneath the surface – it all stemmed from this single, horrific event. My entire life had been shaped by a war that

father’s insatiable greed.

any emotion. “So what? It is a harsh world, Alex. The strong survive, the

my voice firm despite the tremor running through me. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t a game. It’s real life, and

at odds with his earlier arrogance. “Every victory comes with sacrifices. You

words hung in

of leading a pack was immense, the decisions life or death. But for him, it

a child?” I pressed, “How can you justify taking an innocent

a point on the sterile white wall. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with a bitterness that sent shivers

damage when he retaliated? My right hand man, who was like a brother to me died. We all have scars, Alex, both physical and emotional. It’s the price we pay for existing

line had been crossed that I couldn’t ignore. The death of a child, regardless

accepting the dangers and actively courting them. You didn’t just walk into a warzone, you orchestrated it! And for what? A flimsy

his cloudy eyes. “It wasn’t flimsy, Alex! It was about control, about securing a future for our pack. Don’t be naive. In this world, the weak are devoured by the strong. I was protecting what

Was this the fear of death talking, or a genuine belief

and now it’s crumbling around you. Look at yourself, a shell of the man you once were. Was it all

rising and falling with each labored breath. The defiance drained from his face, replaced by a profound weariness, a hollowness in his eyes that spoke of a deeper regret