The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

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Gamma Storm looked stunned by my actions, his disbelief written all over his face. I chose to ignore his reaction, focused instead on what I was doing. Calmly, I placed the knife back into the first–aid kit and pulled out a pair of scissors to hold the cotton ball.

After pressing the cotton ball against my bleeding palm to soak it with my blood, I leaned closer and gently patted it onto the wound on his neck.

He groaned, the pain evident in his voice as the healing process began. My blood was working, but it wasn’t a painless remedy.

softly, my tone

there, his expression unreadable, watching me with a piercing, analytical gaze. Finally, he broke the silence. “Why are you helping me?”

moment, meeting his eyes. His doubt was clear, but I had no other reason to offer than the truth.

I replied. “I saw your wound while passing this room and felt guilty. I hurt you during the war, and you were only trying to protect your Alpha. I

moment, he just stared at me, his expression blank. Then, in a low voice, he muttered, “Your brother disrespected my Alpha and tried to ruin his reputation at the last pack meeting. If this had

his wound, placing the blood–soaked cotton aside. My eyes

his expression hard. “You’ve got it all wrong. Being a head Alpha isn’t the same as being a normal Alpha. It takes years of rigorous training to become a head Alpha. They carry the weight of an entire pack on their shoulders. Do you think people trust their lives to someone who doesn’t deserve it? Do you think they’d sacrifice everything for

realization. He was right. My wolf may have been large, powerful even, but I wasn’t trained. Skill mattered far more than

“Look, Gamma Storm. I know what my brother did was wrong. You don’t have to remind me of

was quick and pointed. “What do you expect from a man who finds out he has children–only to learn that his ex–wife ran away with them after the divorce?”

words left me stunned. I froze, my mind racing. Was I the one at fault? During our divorce, didn’t Kane tell me he didn’t want the children? I had thought I was protecting them–keeping them

I really

to respond, my voice hesitant. “Storm,

before I could finish, the room filled with the sound