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But each message hit the void where our bond had been, bouncing back empty.
That’s when real fear set in. He ran to Alex’s combat training class, nearly shifting in his panic.
“I need to see Alex. Now.”
The head trainer, an old wolf who’d served three Alphas, gave him a look of pure disgust.
“Beta Theo? The one who claims Marcus as his son?”
Theo’s world tilted. Every time he’d come here, it had been for Marcus – praising his forms, attending his ceremonies, showing
off his “son’s” progress to other Betas.
He’d never once watched Alex train.
Now the entire training ground thought he was Marcus’s father.
“No,” Theo’s voice cracked. “Marcus is Sarah’s. Alex… Alex is my blood heir.”
The trainer’s laugh could have cut steel. “Blood heir? You threw your ‘blood heir‘ into a burning building to save another wolf’s
pup.”
“When Alex was shifting early, you gave his potion to Marcus.”
“When he needed his father’s strength, you were playing house with Sarah.”
Each word hit like a physical blow.
“Where…” Theo could barely form the words. “Where is my son?”
“Gone. Transferred to another pack with his real parent – the one who actually gives a damn about him.”
Theo stumbled back, his wolf clawing to the surface.
“Another pack? No… they wouldn’t…”
But they had.
