The Alpha's Hidden Heirs (Selene and Kane) novel Chapter 146

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I froze at his question. What did he mean by that? What was I doing with his Gamma? 

Turning toward Storm, I suddenly realized how it must have looked. His shirt was half open, and my position in front of him could easily give someone the wrong impression. 

Gamma Storm immediately stood from the bed, bowing his head in submission. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable, and I could feel it radiating from him. 

“I was only healing his wound,” I said, avoiding Kane’s intense glare. 

He stepped into the room, his voice low and angry. “Healing him how?” 

I gaped, finally understanding what he was insinuating. My head snapped up to meet his accusing 

gaze. 

“It’s my blood,” I explained, my tone defensive. “My blood can heal his wounds. I was just trying to help 

him.” 

Gamma Storm quickly nodded in agreement. He glanced at Kane’s injury and added, “Alpha, her blood can heal your wounds too. She could help you.” 

I shot Storm a sharp glare. I hadn’t said anything about wanting to help Kane, nor had I offered. Why would he suggest that? 

But Kane didn’t even give me the chance to refuse. He didn’t ask for my help. Instead, he replied to Storm in a cold, dismissive voice, “I don’t need her help. Let the wound stay as it is–so I’ll never forget her betrayal.” 

I bit back my retort and turned on my heel, leaving the room. My pace quickened as I made my way down the hall, desperate to escape the suffocating tension. 

When I finally reached the room where Magnus was, I was surprised to see my parents seated on the couches. My children were awake, which felt unusual–they should have been asleep by now. 

My eyes drifted to the food laid out on the tea table. Confused, I asked, “Where did this come from?” 

“A few guards brought it for us,” my mother explained. “They said we should eat and pack our things as soon as possible.” 

I glanced at my father. For as long as I could remember, he had been a proud man, a leader who had guided the pack for nearly three decades. But now, his head was lowered, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of the world had finally broken him. 

The sight tore at my heart. I rushed to him, dropping to my knees and pulling him into a tight hug. Resting my head on his shoulder, I murmured, “I’m so sorry you have to go through this.” 

He placed a trembling hand on my head, gently patting it. “Perhaps we’ve committed sins in the past,” he said, his voice heavy with sorrow. “Why else would we end up in a situation like this?” 

I held his shaking hands tightly, trying to steady him–and myself. “Everything will be okay,” I promised, my voice firm. “I’ll make sure of it.” 

My mother’s sobs filled the room as she watched her husband so broken. Her voice cracked as she cried, “Selene, promise us you’ll save your brother. We don’t care about anything else. We can live in poverty, we can endure anything–but we can’t lose one of our children.” 

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