Death through Alpha King

Dr. Genevieve

The large gates of the Augustine Roman pack creaked open, revealing a somber scene. Several men inside worked mechanically, pulling chains and unlocking heavy mechanisms, which caused the gates to groan as they swung wide. As the sound echoed through the air, people began to emerge from their homes and workshops, drawn by curiosity and concern.

The warriors of the pack, led by their king, walked in, their bodies covered in blood and grime from battle. This sight was not new to the pack members, but today felt different. The warriors walked with their heads bowed, reflecting the heavy weight of their recent experiences.

Only the king, Roman, held his head high, though his face remained expressionless. He scanned the surroundings, his confidence contrasting with the anxious murmurs of the people.

As the king and his warriors strode through the kingdom, the moonlight cast a pale glow on their figures. The air was thick with worry; whispers filled the streets as families exchanged uneasy glances. Everyone sensed that something was wrong.

The king wore a long, dark shawl that draped over his upper body, hiding the burns and scars he had sustained from the flames. Though he bore the marks of battle, he walked with a powerful stride towards the castle at the heart of the kingdom. This castle was surrounded by another boundary, a place of safety where the warriors would recover from their wounds, before they get back to the families.

As the warriors approached the castle, they were met with bowed heads and respectful silence from the pack members. The usual sense of pride that accompanied their return was replaced by a collective worry. Families were eager to reunite with their loved ones, but they knew that first, the warriors needed to heal and recover.

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King Roman stood on the balcony of his castle, overlooking the serene expanse of his werewolf kingdom. The moonlight bathed him in a silvery glow, casting long shadows over the sleeping town below. As the king, he often sought solace in solitude, preferring to be away from the bustling life of his people.

But right then, stillness was broken by the frantic entrance of his brother, Simon.

Simon burst through the office doors, his massive frame filled with urgency and anger. His black eyes, usually calm, now flickered with a dangerous red hue.

"Roman!" he shouted, his voice echoing against the stone walls.

"How could you leave her? The future queen is out there, on the road, and you did nothing!"

Roman remained steadfast, his gaze fixed on the horizon, the weight of responsibility etched into his expression. He was prepared for Simon's outburst but chose to listen, his body tense.

"She was in pain, Roman!" Simon continued, his voice rising in fury.

"You don't understand. You left her to die." He said and Roman clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. "How could you, as a king just stand there and order is to leave for the pack? She is our queen and she is out there dying." Simon expressed his anger, loudly.

A moment of silence fell between them, the air thick with tension. Roman's expression remained unreadable, his dark eyes betraying nothing. But Simon could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the gravity of their situation pressing down on him.

"She was attacked." Simon said, pacing the room.

"You remember the claw marks? They were deep, Roman. A wolf's strike, right across her chest. She needed you Roman, she needed your strength and your power-yet. And yet you stood here, unmoved, while she bled on the ground."

Simon stepped closer, desperation lacing his words.

"Do you even care? Do you understand what she means to this kingdom? To our people? Without her, we are lost. The balance of our world is shattered. You think you can carry this burden alone? You think you can rule without a queen at your side?" His voice softened, but the intensity remained.

"The people deserve to see her stand beside you. They need to know their king is strong, but they also need to know their queen is alive."

Simon then paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably, his chest heaving with emotion.

"Roman, this isn't just about you. This is about all of us-the future of our kingdom hangs in the balance. We are powerful together, but without her... without her, everything we've built will crumble."

Simon stepped back, looking into his brother's eyes, searching for any sign of understanding.

"I can't bear to think of what will happen if she dies, if you let her die. You are stronger than this. You can't let fear hold you back.

We have witches-powerful witches. They can help her if you only give them the chance." His voice broke slightly, revealing the vulnerability beneath his anger.

"Because right now she could be dead, insects eating her flush away..... "

"ENOUGH..." Roman screamed turning around to look at Simon. His voice came out like a growl from the wolf inside of him. The windows of his office started to shake. And that was the kind of power he had. And Roman's eyes had turned black yet again, but the moment the king looked at his little brother, Roman forced himself to calm down and his eyes went back to normal. It was difficult for him to do so.

King Roman turned to face his brother Simon, and his eyes widened as he took in the intensity of Simon's anger. Simon's face was twisted in a scowl, his eyes blazing with a fierce inner turmoil. Roman's gaze lingered on his brother's face for a moment before he slowly turned to survey his kingdom.

"She's a human, Simon," Roman said, his voice low and even.

"There's no place for her here. Humans are a liability, a weakness. They'll only hold us back and drag us down. They're selfish, with no sense of loyalty or duty. It's better for her to stay in the human world, far away from us."

Simon's face darkened further, his anger simmering just below the surface. "She's not a danger, Roman," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "She's in danger. She needs our protection, our help. We can't just turn our backs on her."

The king tried to explain, because that was the only thing he could do at the moment.

Simon took a step forward, his eyes locked on Roman's back.

"You're not thinking clearly, Roman," he said, his voice firm but controlled.

"You're letting your emotions cloud your judgment. We can't just abandon her. She's innocent, and she needs our help."

"She is a human, she will be fine in a hospital." Roman said with no emotion in his voice.

Roman's face twisted in a snarl, his anger boiling over.

"I am thinking clearly, Simon. I'm thinking of the safety of this kingdom, of our people. And I won't let a human compromise that."

Simon's expression turned sad, his eyes filled with a deep sorrow. "You're not the brother I once knew, Roman," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Roman's anger flared higher, his face reddening with rage. Immediately he turn around look at Simon.

"How dare you," he thundered, his voice echoing through the kingdom.

"I am the Alpha king, and I will not be questioned by my own brother." Roman was brutal now

Simon stood tall, his eyes never leaving Roman's face.

"I'm not questioning your authority, Roman," he said, his voice calm and steady.

"I'm questioning your judgment. And I'm telling you, you're making a grave mistake. You're really dead on the inside as everyone has always said Roman, and I refused to believe it. But this time you proved me wrong, I was wrong about you all my life." Simon said, his heartbreaking, as he saw the worst side of his brother.

Simon stormed off without another word and Roman watched him go, a deep sadness in his eyes. As a king he was thinking about his Kingdom, but at the same time he had understood............. He was wrong.

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The doors of Saint Mary's Hospital burst open, and a flurry of activity erupted as ambulances poured in, carrying the wounded from the devastating bridge accident. The hospital's corridors were transformed into a chaotic scene, with doctors and nurses rushing to attend to the influx of patients. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the sound of beeping machines.

Dr. Samantha, one of the city's top physicians, stood at the forefront of the chaos, her eyes scanning the sea of injured bodies. She was a whirlwind of efficiency, directing her team with precision and compassion. But amidst the mayhem, one patient caught her attention.

As the ambulance staff wheeled in a stretcher, Samantha's gaze locked onto the figure lying on it. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the familiar features.

"Oh my god, is this...Dr. Genevieve Autumn? Gene???..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she rushed to her friend and colleague.

The ambulance staff nodded, their faces grim. "Yes, Doctor. We found her on the bridge, badly injured. We did our best to stabilize her, but..."

Samantha's face set in a determined expression.

"GET HER TO TRAUMA NOW."

Samantha shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. The urgency in the room intensified as nurses scrambled to prepare a treatment area.

As they wheeled Gene into the trauma unit, Samantha followed closely, her mind racing with concern.

"Start IV fluids and get a CT scan lined up," Samantha ordered, her focus sharpening. She knew the stakes were high.

As the team worked quickly, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this incident than just an accident. Wild wolves attacking on the bridge? It seemed impossible, yet here they were, faced with the aftermath.

"Stay with us, Gene," she murmured, her hands steady as she checked Gene's vitals. The chao

s of the hospital faded into the background, leaving only the weight of this moment.

These Lives hanging in the balance.