Claimed by the Wrong Alphas

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Slater and I walked back slowly to his quarters.

I didn’t know how to feel after everything that had happened tonight. A staff member met with us for questioning after Rhett was airlifted to the hospital and began asking us about the things we had seen.

I had stood frozen in shock when both Kael and Slater had denied seeing anything. They said they didn’t remember how we got to the clearing. I had to play along, too.

Kael had left us halfway through our walk without bothering to say goodbye, but I was too distracted to care about that. My mind kept circling back to the VIP ward and everything I’d witnessed there.

I kept replaying the look on Rhett’s face. The spark of hope when the door had opened and his stepmother had entered. The way his entire expression had lit up with expectation.

The way his lips parted, eyes wide with childish anticipation, like someone waiting to be rescued.

And then...

Only for it to slowly crumble when he realised his father wasn’t coming. The disappointment was heartbreaking to watch. The false love in his stepmother’s voice had annoyed me so much that I didn’t need to be told she hated Rhett.

I wondered what kind of life he must live—surrounded by wealth but starved of the one thing money couldn’t buy: genuine love from the people who mattered most.

It was something I could relate to.