Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 18

Kai's POV

I sat by my grandfather's bedside in the now quiet, sterile ICU room. The Elder was awake now, his breathing steady, the healthy color returning to his face. The transformation was nothing short of a miracle. The machines that had been screaming his death sentence were now humming along, showing perfect, steady vitals.

The first thing he did when he could finally speak was look at me, his eyes sharp and clear again. He spoke in a low rasp, his voice still weak but firm.

"That girl..." he whispered, his gaze intense as he looked past me, as if seeing her ghost still standing in the room. "She has the heart of a true Alpha."

He took a slow breath. "It wasn't just power, Kai. It was wisdom. A stillness that even seasoned Alphas lack. She wasn't fighting death. She was commanding it."

I just nodded, unable to speak, my mind a storm of thoughts.

All of them were about the mystery healer. Her power, her impossible confidence, the chilling calm in her eyes as she faced down death itself.

She was an anomaly, a variable my strategic mind had no way to categorize or comprehend. She wasn't just a wolf with a rare gift; she was something else entirely. Power I couldn't understand was power I couldn't control, and that drove me insane. She had walked into my world and single-handedly demonstrated that all my strength—my wealth, my physical might, my pack's influence—was utterly meaningless in the face of true power.

My Beta and second-in-command, Jax, entered the room. He was a shrewd wolf, his mind as sharp as his claws, and the only one I trusted with my most critical tasks.

Jax listened, his expression serious. He could sense this was more than just a simple request for information. My tone was different. It lacked its usual cold calculation.

I turned back to look at my grandfather, who was now sleeping peacefully, his breathing deep and even. The sight solidified the new, iron-hard certainty in my gut.

I looked Jax dead in the eye, my voice a low command that held no room for failure.

"Find her."