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= Menu 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 firstâaid 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 wasnât a painless remedy.
âDonât worry,â I reassured him softly, my tone steady. âItâll heal soon.â
He sat there, his expression unreadable, watching me with a piercing, analytical gaze. Finally, he broke the silence. âWhy are you helping me?â
I paused for a moment, meeting his eyes. His doubt was clear, but I had no other reason to offer than the truth.
âI have no ulterior motive,â I replied. âI 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 donât want to be a traitor like our Gamma. Thatâs all.â
For a moment, he just stared at me, his expression blank. Then, in a low voice, he muttered, âYour brother disrespected my Alpha and tried to ruin his reputation at the last pack meeting. If this had been any other pack, your family would all be dead by now.â
I straightened as I finished tending to his wound, placing the bloodâsoaked cotton aside. My eyes met his calmly. âI could have killed your Alpha too. He killed Alpha Hunter.â
Storm shook his head, his expression hard. âYouâve got it all wrong. Being a head Alpha isnât 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 doesnât deserve it? Do you think theyâd sacrifice everything for someone unworthy?â
His words hit me like a cold realization. He was right. My wolf may have been large, powerful even, but I wasnât trained. Skill mattered far more than brute strength. Mastery was what won warsânot size.
I exhaled deeply, nodding slightly. âLook, Gamma Storm. I know what my brother did was wrong. You donât have to remind me of that. Your Alpha isnât doing a bad thing by winning the pack. Heâs just taking what belongs to him.â
Stormâs sharp gaze cut into me, and his reply was quick and pointed. âWhat do you expect from a man who finds out he has childrenâonly to learn that his exâwife ran away with them after the divorce?â
His words left me stunned. I froze, my mind racing. Was I the one at fault? During our divorce, didnât Kane tell me he didnât want the children? I had thought I was protecting themâkeeping them safe. But now, doubt twisted in my heart.
Was I really so wrong?
I opened my mouth to respond, my voice hesitant. âStorm, I-â
But before I could finish, the room filled with the sound of a furious growl.
Both Storm and I turned toward the door, startled.
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< Chapter 145 Standing in the doorway was Kane. His dark eyes burned with anger as he surveyed the scene in front of him. His gaze moved from me to Storm, who was still sitting shirted but on the bed, and then back to me.
His jaw tightened, and his voice was sharp as he asked, âWhat are you doing with my Gamma?â