Chapter 39 — The Alpha’s Heirloom
Adrian stared at Xavier, his entire body rigid.
“What do you mean Valen desecrated my father’s grave?” Adrian asked, his voice barely a whisper—but it pulsed with fury.
Xavier tossed a torn piece of ancient cloth onto the coffee table. The edges were singed, the center embroidered with an archaic symbol: a circle of thorns surrounding an alpha’s crest, twisted with blood-red thread.
“This symbol was left on the headstone,” Xavier explained. “It’s one of the old blood marks. A challenge. A declaration of war.”
Sophie knelt beside the cloth, examining it. “What does it mean?”
“It means Valen is claiming dominance,” Xavier said grimly. “Over Adrian, over the entire pack legacy. He wants to erase your bloodline completely—starting with your father’s memo
