Death through Alpha King

The string

Dr. Samantha stood at the foot of the hospital bed, her heart heavy as she watched Dr. Genevieve lie unconscious, surrounded by a tangle of monitors and tubes. The harsh beeping of the machines filled the room, a relentless reminder of the fragile line between life and death. Gene was still asleep, her body battered and broken after the savage attack that had nearly claimed her life.

“Is she stable?” one of the other doctors, Dr. Miller, asked, his voice a whisper tinged with fear.

Samantha sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“For now. But her recovery… it really depends on whether she wakes up.” Her voice cracked slightly, the weight of her words nearly too much to bear.

“The claw, whatever it was..... did a lot of damage. Her rib cage is fractured, dangerously close to her heart. It didn’t pierce it, but…”

“But that doesn’t mean she’s out of the woods,” Miller finished for her, his expression grave. The other doctors exchanged glances, they shared concern.

Samantha felt tears prick at her eyes. Gene wasn’t just her colleague, to her she was her best friend, her sister.

“We don’t know if she’s going to make it,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The weight of defeat hung heavily in the air as the other doctors slowly turned to leave, their heads bowed. “We’ll be nearby if you need us,” Dr. Yusuf said softly, lingering for a moment before stepping into the hallway.

Samantha couldn’t bring herself to follow them. She felt rooted to the spot, unwilling to leave Gene alone in this sterile room filled with beeping machines and the smell of antiseptic. The only sounds were the rhythmic breaths of her friend and the constant beep of the monitors, each noise echoing the fear in her heart.

“I’m here, Gene,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.

“I won’t leave you. Please, you have to fight. I need you to come back to us.”

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Hours passed by and King Roman sat restlessly on his throne. All covered in black attire, even a black shirt. the vastness of the dark hall closing in around him. Shadows danced along the stone walls, and an unsettling silence hung in the air, thick and oppressive. Alone, he felt the weight of his crown heavier than ever. The kingdom was his to govern, yet all he could think of was the fate of one, the woman who had unknowingly captured his mind and even his soul.

Suddenly, the heavy doors of the hall creaked open, slicing through the stillness. A massive figure stepped inside, one of Roman's most trusted pack members. The man approached slowly, his expression grave. Roman silently beckoned the man to speak.

“She has finished her surgery, my king,” the man announced, his voice low and steady.

“The girl is waiting to wake up.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed, searching the man's face for more. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily between them. The man hesitated, then added.

“But if she doesn’t wake… she is to pass away.”

At those words, Roman's grip tightened around the marble armrest of his throne, the stone cracking under his fingers. The man flinched at the sudden display of anger, his eyes darting to the floor. Roman stood abruptly, his heart pounding, and walked towards the castle doors, a storm brewing within him.

As he stepped into the moonlit night, he moved with purpose, each footfall echoing through the large and empty forest. He headed into the dense forest that surrounded his kingdom, a place he had often sought refuge in. The tranquility of the woods usually calmed his soul, but tonight, it was very different.

It took a few more mens but he reached a high cliff that overlooked his vast kingdom.

Roman looked the around the place that was given to him by his family, now for him to take care for. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. Below him lay the sprawling expanse of his lands, a source of pride it is.

Suddenly, a familiar presence stirred in the darkness behind him. He closed his eyes for a second and then open them back up. Anger filled in his eyes.

“If there’s something you want to say, now is the time,” he said, turning to face the figure emerging from the shadows.

An older witch stepped forward, her white hair flowing like moonlight. Dressed in a gown that shimmered softly in the night, she carried an air of wisdom and kindness. Roman had known her for years and she had always been a guiding force in his life. King Roman looked away from her and back at the kingdom.

“The question is not what you want to know, but what you want to save,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. Roman felt the tightness in his chest deepen, the stakes of their conversation pressing down on him.

“I want her to live, but in her human world. She doesn't have to die” he said sharply, unable to hide the desperation in his voice.

“Genevieve and her life... interesting topic the talk about.”

The witch turned her gaze towards the kingdom, her expression contemplative. And that was when he realised that her name was "Genevieve" and some things started to move inside of him. He did not understand what it was but he felt closer her to her.

“But are you saving your people or yourself?” she asked softly.

“There’s no point in discussing that,” Roman replied, frustration rising. “She will be fine in the human world. And ask for my people, I won’t allow anything to happen to them.”

Suddenly, the witch moved her hand slowly, drawing his attention. A brilliant red string appeared, glowing brightly between them. Roman’s heart raced as he focused on the string, feeling its significance wash over him.

"What is this?." He asked. The king was confused but he couldn't look away.

“This is the thread of Genevieve’s life,” she stated, her tone now serious. Roman felt a shift within him at the mention of her name, the weight of it pulling at his heart. He leaned closer, mesmerized by the delicate string, yet alarmed by how thin it appeared.

“Why is it so fragile?” he demanded, an edge of panic creeping into his voice.

“Because,” she explained.

“In one hour, if she doesn’t awaken, she will be lost to you forever. You never wanted a queen, did you? Not after everything you witnessed in your past.”

This news was shocking.

Roman’s heart sank and he didn't even know he had one.

“Let her die,” the witch said, a challenge glinting in her eyes. “It would be easier.”

"Let the girl go Roman." The witch said, looking right into his eyes but he was not looking at her.

"You are a great king and your kingdom will live a great life with your rule and eventually you will find a successor for these people. You have that kind of power. So let her die." She said while he was simply was looking at the string, as it was feading way right in front of his eyes.

"A simple human will not be able to change this world, she will be of no value and you were always right to say that about humans." The witch went on and on.

"Leave her for her hours are only numbered. She will leave in her sleep....."

“How do I save her?” His words suddenly came out loud and clear.

The witch studied him, her expression shifting to one of understanding.

“You can’t protect her. The hospital cannot save her. Only I can intervene,” she replied.

"But in just one hour. She will have to leave.” She said with sympathy.

“TELL ME HOW.”

Roman growled, leaning closer, his desperation was very loud. The witch smiled gently, recognizing the fierce determination in his eyes.

"This is not what you want Roman. You do not want to interfere in human world and that is what you have been telling yourself for years. Don't change your mind now." She tried to challenge his faith at again but this time the man's eyes were going all black. His animal was coming out

"TELL ME..." He growled even louder, and his voice was breaking through the forest. Even scaring the birds and animals.

“Take this string,” she said, extending her hand toward him. “Tie it around her wrist when you reach her. This is the only way to keep her safe until she awakens.”

Without hesitation, she placed the string, his fingers. And then took his hands, looking him dead in his eyes.

"Once you bring her here, she will be a part of this pack, and you have to understand that she cannot leave. Not you and not this Kingdom and not ever. Do not bring her here to be saved by me, bring her here because she is the Queen."

As he turned to dash away, the witch called after him. “Remember, Roman, this is not just about her survival. It’s about what you’re willing to fight for.”

He didn’t look back, sprinting through the forest, heart pounding in his chest. The trees blurred past him as he raced towards The castle.

As he burst from the forest into the moonlit clearing, determination coursed through him.

More and more men came up for him. Some wolves and women and men. All in a mission.