Chapter 121: Pack Claims and Silver Burns
(Alexander’s POV)
The sting from the cut on my forehead throbbed under the silver-infused water clinging to my skin. The room was tensely quiet after Helena's storm of anger. Everyone had scattered, unwilling to face the aftermath of her wrath.
Standing there, I felt the weight of her words sinking in deeper than the sting of her claws. My hand absentmindedly brushed the trail of blood from my temple.
"I’ve faced hordes of rogue wolves without breaking a sweat," I muttered to myself. "But my mother’s temper? That’s entirely different warfare."
Helena’s parting order rang sharp and unyielding in my ears. Her decrees weren’t suggestions—they were law.
Joe’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, pulling me from my thoughts. “Alpha,”
