Chapter 129: Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Time was slipping away faster than ever, like sand through my fingers. Months had passed since Magnus fell ill, and everything seemed to change with each passing day. The pack was in disarray, unable to function properly without its leader.

My family was drowning in a storm of emotions. None of us had ever imagined that my brother- strong, unyielding Magnus–could fall so gravely ill.

The night Axel confessed his feelings to me, I tried to focus on handling the situation between us. But the moment I heard about Magnus’s condition, I rushed to his room without hesitation.

What I found there shattered me. Magnus was hunched over, vomiting blood. My mother sat beside him, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands shaking as she tried to comfort him.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. The brother who had always seemed indestructible now looked so weak, so fragile.

My father wasted no time and called the pack doctor. By the next day, Magnus was admitted to the pack hospital.

But even the pack doctor couldn’t diagnose him. His condition baffled everyone. In desperation, the doctor recommended summoning witches, claiming only their magic could uncover the cause of Magnus’s illness and possibly save his life.

We reached out to Raven, hoping he could help. He tried everything in his power to uncover the truth behind Magnus’s sickness but ultimately failed.

Instead, his attention turned to me. His words left me frozen.

“The danger you’re destined to face,” he said, his eyes glowing with an eerie light, “will either destroy you or save you. The choice will be yours, but the path won’t be easy.”

A chill ran down my spine as his words echoed in my mind. What kind of danger was he talking about? And why me? I could only pray it wasn’t something that would affect my children.

After Raven’s visit, I tried to contact Doctor Grayson, but I didn’t have his number. When I reached out to the head Alpha of his pack, he refused to help, claiming they had already provided us with a cure in the past and wouldn’t give us anything more.

I realized then that I had used that cure to save Kane’s father. But I didn’t regret it. How could I feel guilty for saving a life? Even so, the guilt of not being able to help my brother weighed heavily on me. “Boss, you’re overthinking again,” Rachel’s voice pulled me out of my spiral of thoughts.

I rubbed my forehead, leaning back in my chair. The stress of the pack’s situation was suffocating me. Ever since Magnus fell ill, he hadn’t been able to attend pack meetings or oversee business deals. As a result, we were losing projects left and right.

Everything felt like it was collapsing around us.

“Miss, please, let’s go get some lunch. You didn’t eat anything this morning.”

I glanced at my phone, its lock screen displaying a photo of my children. Their bright, smiling faces were the only thing keeping me grounded.

“I’m worried about my brother,” I admitted, my voice trembling as I fought back tears. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to him.”

= Menu It had been so long since I cried. I’d promised myself long ago that I wouldn’t let anything break me, no matter how hard it got.

“He’ll be fine,” Rachel said gently, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. Her words were kind, but they couldn’t ease the storm inside me.

The day dragged on at the office, and by the time it ended, I was utterly exhausted. My employees looked just as worn out.

They’d been working tirelessly on every project, but nothing seemed to bear fruit.

As I stood in the lobby, watching them prepare to leave for the day, I spoke up. “Thank you all for your hard work. I’ll never forget your dedication.”

My words seemed to catch them off guard, but they quickly bowed their heads in respect. I gave them a small nod before walking out of the building.

On the drive back to the pack house in Magnus’s car, I couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed. Magnus had insisted I use his car for safety, as he hadn’t left the pack house since falling ill.

When we finally arrived, I thanked the driver and stepped inside. My twins ran to me, throwing their little arms around me, and I held them close.

My family was gathered in the living room, their faces heavy with sadness. I could feel the weight of their concern as they glanced at me. Once again, I had come home late.

“How are you feeling, Magnus?” I asked softly as I sat beside him.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to take on so much,” he replied weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I wrapped my arms around his and rested my head on his shoulder. “As long as you’re okay, I’ll handle anything.”

“What if...” He hesitated, his voice trembling. “What if I don’t make it?”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I pulled back and glared at him, anger and fear swirling in my chest.

“Don’t you dare say that again, Magnus.”

“She’s right,” my mother interjected, her voice thick with emotion. “Don’t punish us with such talk. We ‘re still here, and we’re not giving up on you.”

I glanced at Axel, who offered me a warm smile from across the room. I returned it faintly. After his confession, we’d worked through the awkwardness and decided to rebuild our friendship.

After dinner, it was time to head to bed. As I said goodnight to my parents, a loud, frantic knocking echoed through the house.

The maids had locked the doors earlier, but now they rushed to open them.

As soon as the doors swung open, a group of pack fighters stormed inside, their faces pale with urgency.

“Alpha!” they cried, kneeling before Magnus.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my heart racing.

“Alpha,” one of them stammered, “the Nightfall Pack is approaching our borders with over five hundred warriors. It seems... it seems Alpha Kane has declared war.”