Alpha Magnus POV:
I stood in the cold, bright hospital hallway. The harsh smell of strong cleaning chemicals mixed with the heavy, sour scent of fear.
I looked down, watching my oldest son, Caspian, completely crumble onto the hard floor.
I had raised Caspian, Killian and Lucian to be a kings. I taught my boys to be strong. I taught them to be ruthless and hard when the world required it, but above all else, I taught them to protect their pack. I taught them to protect what belonged to them.
Looking at my three sons now—covered in mud, soaking wet from the rain, and stained with the blood of their own mate—I realized one terrible, crushing truth.
I had failed. I had completely failed as a father.
"Get up," I commanded. My voice was low and quiet, but I pushed the heavy weight o
