Alpha Derek managed one more smile. "Go. Lead. Be the alpha I know you can be. And Steven—" his eyes opened briefly, fixing on his son with that fierce love again, "—don't let your anger blind you to the gifts right in front of you."
Steven's hand tightened on his father's before he finally, reluctantly, let go. "I'll come back tomorrow."
Uncle Marcus moved forward, placing a hand on my husband's shoulder. "He'll rest now."
Steven nodded stiffly, then turned and walked out of the room without a word to me, without a backward glance.
I stood there for a moment, still holding Alpha's hand, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. I tried to use my healing ability again on him, giving him momentary relief.
"Amber," Uncle Marcus said quietly. "You should go."
I gently released Alp
