Chapter 204
FAYE
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Alexander waited–he just sat there in the room, eyes fixed on me like he was waiting for… something. A reaction, a question, an argument…anything.
But I didn’t give him any.
stayed seated on the chair where I’d been the entire time, my palms resting
on my thighs, my mind still trying to catch up to everything that had just happened. The echo of the council’s shock still lingered in the air even after they’d gone.
The Ring of Fire… A fight to the death.
I should have reacted. I usually did…I always did.
But right now… my thoughts were moving too fast and too slow at the same
time.
After a long moment, Alexander exhaled softly and rubbed the back of his
neck.
“Faye,” he said gently, “please say something.”
His voice held something I wasn’t used to hearing from him: uncertainty.
He was used to me responding instantly, usually with fire. He expected
pushback or questions–never silence.
I finally lifted my gaze to him. He looked.. tense. Not in the cold, controlled
way he addressed the council, but in a way that suprised me a little.
“I don’t really know where to start,” I admitted.
His brow pulled together slightly, and I could tell that wasn’t the answer he expected.
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I took a breath. “When did you make that decision?”
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His throat bobbed, and for a moment, he hesitated. Just a moment, but I
noticed it.
“It wasn’t something I’d been planning,” he said. “It came to me only a few
hours ago.”
He shrugged a little.
“When I was at the clinic… when I saw Cole lying there on that bed… after
being stabbed in my office…” He clenched his jaw. “A stab meant for me. A
warning meant for me. Delivered by one of my own wolves because Marcus
has already begun turning my pack against me.”
The anger in his voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough.
“He won’t stop, Faye. Not until I’m out of the way. Not until he gets what he
wants. And if he wants to push this far, then I’m done waiting for the next
ambush. One of us is going to die in the shadows unless I end this in the
open.”
He met my eyes squarely.
“If I call myself Alpha of Blood Crescent, then I need to be willing to stand and prove it.”
I inhaled slowly, letting his words settle
He should have told me earlier. He should have told me before the council
meeting. Before he declared something that could mean his death. Before he dragged our entire future into a circle built on fire and blood.
The thought tightened in my chest, sharp and painful.
But then I remembered this morning–how he’d tried to talk to me. How I’d shut him down and insisted he rest. How he’d looked like he was carrying something but I had waved it off.
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