The Alpha’s Hidden Heirs by Avery Rose

Chapter 388

“Kane, I still can’t believe how deeply you love her. You made her the Head Alpha of your pack!” Beta Finn said, shaking his head in disbelief. “I mean, we all understand why her brother had no choice but to hand her power–it was out of necessity. But you? You did it purely out of love. Even knowing she might move on with someone else, you still entrusted her with everything–your pack, your legacy.”

Finn sat across from Kane inside the dimly lit tent. The frigid night air seeped through the forest, and the absence of Delta Derek, who had yet to return from the Nightfall Pack, added an uneasy tension to the atmosphere.

The camp had been set up near the edge of the forest, close to a small village. Though Kane had claimed victory and taken over the pack, he wasn’t in a position to celebrate. The villagers, however, had been surprisingly supportive. They’d provided clothing, food, and supplies for Kane and his fighters, grateful for his leadership. Their previous Alpha had done nothing to improve their lives, leaving them in poverty. To them, Kane was a beacon of hope, despite his own failing health.

Inside the tent, silence stretched between the two men. Kane didn’t respond to Finn’s comments. Instead, he closed his eyes, his face contorted in pain. His body radiated heat from the fever that had taken hold, the poison spreading further with every passing moment.

Finn shifted uncomfortably before standing up abruptly. Kane’s eyes fluttered open, catching the Beta moving toward the tent’s exit.

are you going?” Kane rasped, his voice weak

glancing over his shoulder. “I’ll

wrong?” Kane asked, struggling to sit up. “Have they

but hurried. “Relax, Kane. I think Derek might be back. Let me

weakly and leaned back, closing his eyes once more. The pain was relentless, gnawing at him with each breath. He didn’t let his officials see the full extent of his suffering, knowing they needed their strength for the battles ahead. Tomorrow, another fight awaited them, and he

into the tent, faint at first but unmistakable. It reached his nostrils and sent a jolt through his weakened

as he scanned the tent. The dim light from the hurricane lamp flickered, casting shadows on the thick fabric walls. Outside, the forest was cloaked in darkness, offering no clarity about what–or who–was approaching.

adjusted to the figure. The wolf stepped inside, its black fur shimmering faintly in the low light. Its dark blue

other officials followed the wolf into the tent, bowing deeply before her Without

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