A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Lennon}

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The scent of antiseptic lingered in the hallway.

My boots echoed faintly on the polished floors as I walked toward her room, the knot in my chest tightening with each step.

I had just seen the pack doctor off, watched her leave with a grim expression she tried to mask.

"The burns are severe," she had said. "The hot water got into her left eye."

She couldn’t sense Elira’s wolf because it was too weak. Then she said there was a chance—just a chance—that Elira might lose vision in her left eye.

My fists clenched by my sides.

I had seen red.

I didn’t wait for anyone’s approval, even my father’s. I grabbed my helmet, mounted my bike, and returned to Beta Marc’s residence like a storm that couldn’t be stopped.

Beta Marc had come out to meet me. He tried to calm my rage down with a few words, but I simply ignored him.