The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 144

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I walked back to the room where my family waited. My mind was tangled in knots, completely lost in t he weight of what had just happened. I didn’t know what to do. I felt frozen, directionless, unable to t ake a single step toward a solution. 

Kane’s words kept circling in my mind. As much as they stung, I didn’t believe he would harm my children. But why was he so determined to take them away from me? It was clear now–this wasn’t about them. This was about punishing me. Separating me from my twins was his way of making me 

pay. 

And if he followed through with his threat to throw my family out of the pack… where would we go? What about Magnus? Who would treat him? My chest tightened with panic at the thought. 

As I wandered the dim hallways, my eyes caught sight of a door slightly ajar. Something about it made me pause. I hesitated, then pushed it open just enough to see inside. 

There, standing in front of a mirror, was Gamma Storm. He was groaning softly as he dabbed a cotton ball against his neck. 

I opened the door wider and stepped in. My eyes immediately locked on the wound on his neck, and guilt hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew that wound–I had caused it. It happened during the war. I had bitten him in my blind rage, mistaking him for an enemy. 

Watching him now, the pain etched into his face, I felt horrible. All he had been doing was protecting his Alpha. He reminded me of the Gamma we used to have in our own pack, though ours had betrayed us. If only our Gamma had shown even a fraction of the loyalty that Storm had, none of this would have happened. 

“You!” 

His sharp voice pulled me from my thoughts. He had spotted me in the mirror, and when he turned around, I quickly averted my gaze, realizing he was shirtless. 

Storm noticed my reaction, and with a slight frown, he walked over to the bed, grabbed a shirt, and slipped it on. He winced slightly as the collar brushed against his injured neck, a small groan escaping 

his lips. 

I sighed softly and stepped further into the room. “It’s okay,” I said, my voice low and calm. “Calm down.” 

He paused, his brows furrowing as he looked at me. “Why are you here?” 

“Sit down,” I said firmly. 

“What?” His confusion was evident in his tone. 

“I said sit down. Let me treat your wound.” 

He blinked, clearly surprised by my offer. “Excuse me? Why would you do that?” 

Ignoring his question, I walked over to the closet, retrieved a first–aid kit, and returned to him. His eyes flicked to the box in my hands, and after a moment’s hesitation, he sat down on the bed. I could tell he was frustrated by the wound–probably more so by how long it was taking to heal. That frustration must have been the only reason he didn’t argue further. 

I stopped in front of him and gently tilted his chin up with my fingers so I could get a better look at the 

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wound. He didn’t resist but kept his eyes fixed on the blank wall behind me.