The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

Chapter 285

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He pushed himself up from the couch, his eyes locked on the photograph in his hands.

Alpha Malcolm observed his reaction, his voice low as he murmured, "That picture was sent to me years ago by one of my border guards, back when I was still Alpha of the Iron Crown Pack."

Kane's fingers trembled as he fixated on the image. “This is..."

The words caught in his throat, his chest tightening with an ache so deep it nearly crushed him.

Malcolm let out a slow breath, glancing at the photo. "My guard took this the night my son brought a rogue girl to the pack hospital. Her clothes were torn, filthy with dirt and blood. She was so badly injured that she lost consciousness. It took weeks for her to recover, to even find the strength to stand again. She was shattered after her divorce... because she still loved the man who had cast her aside."

hands curled into fists, unable to

in wounds so deep that her blood had soaked through the fabric of her clothes. The sight of

close in, suffocating him beneath the weight of what he had done. This was his fault. His choices had led to this.

something between sorrow and anger. "I don't know how she managed to survive. She wouldn't talk for months. She barely ate. If it hadn't been for Magnus watching over her, I don't think she would

that name. Magnus. The man

he wasn't. The man who had picked up Selene's shattered pieces and given her a reason to

almost to himself. "She never said a word about what happened

you really think she wanted to relive it? Do you think she wanted to remember the man who destroyed her?" His voice was tight with restrained fury. "She was born

on the photograph tightened until his knuckles turned white. Something inside him cracked, something raw and irreparable. He had seen Selene so many times since then, spoken to her, even tried to keep his distance- but he had never truly understood the depth of what

to make you feel guilty, Alpha Kane. I'm telling you because

himself to look up, meeting the

her, you'll let her

struck like a blade straight

parted, but no sound