Chapter 152: "Sacred Bonds and Silver Pain"
(Alexander's POV)
I stood at the corner of Helena's hospital room, my eyes fixed on Grace. She sat close to Helena, a damp cloth in her hand, gently wiping my mother’s forehead. The sight stirred something in me, a raw ache I was too proud to name.
Helena looked so frail, her once commanding presence replaced by a weak, almost ghostly figure. But it wasn’t just her condition that weighed on me. It was the way Grace moved. Quiet. Gentle. Completely immersed in her care for Helena.
I stepped forward without thinking, draping my territory-marked jacket over Grace’s shoulders. The scent of the jacket carried my wolf's mark—my claim. For a moment, the sight of it on her filled me with an odd sense of satisfaction.
Grace stiffened under the w
