Chapter 183: The Fire Before the Storm
Zane~
The mind link with Fox had barely snapped when a surge of panic and white-hot fury slammed into my chest like a tidal wave. The clock on the wall blinked 4:45 AM in dull red digits—but time didn’t matter anymore. Not when Natalie was coming.
And the palace? It had no clue the storm that was about to hit.
I tore through the hallways like a wildfire, boots pounding against the marble floor, every step sharp and urgent—like the crack of thunder. The guards at my father’s chamber stiffened as I approached. One glance at my face—jaw clenched, eyes ablaze—and they stepped aside without a word. They knew better.
I didn’t bother knocking. The doors slammed open beneath my fists, crashing against the walls with a deafening thud.
"Dad!" I barked, marching across the grand chamber like a man possessed.
King Anderson Moor stirred from his canopied bed, blinking against the soft golden light of the chandeliers. He squinted at me, irritation etched into every crease of his aging face.
"Zane? What in the goddess’ name are you doing?" he growled, his voice hoarse with sleep.
"They stabbed Alex," I said, the words tumbling out like stones in my throat. "Your soldiers—your men—they stabbed my son!"
The fog of sleep vanished in an instant. He sat up straight, eyes wide, all color draining from his face.
"What?! That’s not possible. Zane, I swear on the crown—I gave no such order! Alexander is my blood."