Chapter 83: Alpha's Wrath
(Alexander's POV)
Logan growled beneath my skin, pacing, restless. The scent of blood layered over damp earth tugged at my instincts. It wasn’t just the metallic stench that stoked the fire in me. It was what it represented.
Disrespect. Rebellion.
The enchanted forest around us was eerily silent, as if it held its breath, waiting. Lucas and Oliver had fallen behind slightly; I needed them to hold their positions.
“Stay back,” I said sharply through the pack bond. My voice was firm, clear—an order, not a suggestion.
“Alexander,” Lucas started, his tone calm, yet there was a caution there I rarely heard. “There’s trouble elsewhere. Ethan. Aspen. You need to—”
“I said, I’ll handle this first,” I cut him off, my words clipped. My silver eyes glinted cold
