The pain hit Alexander like a sledgehammer to the chest.
He was standing in the war room of Kane Estate, surrounded by maps and tactical displays, coordinating with pack leaders across three states. The GPS tracker Scarlett had slipped him was showing a location in the Mojave Desert, and they'd been planning the assault for six hours.
Then the Luna-Alpha bond exploded with agony.
Not physical pain—emotional devastation so pure and raw that it drove him to his knees. Betrayal and rage and grief all tangled together into something that felt like dying from the inside out.
"Alexander!" Marcus was beside him instantly, his Beta instincts responding to his Alpha's distress. "What is it? What's wrong?"
