Jihoo’s words hit Theo like a blade to the chest.
“Soliam is dead?” Theo asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jihoo nodded gravely. “Yes, Alpha. We confirmed it through the patrols near the southern border. His body was found months ago, buried in a shallow grave. We believe he was murdered, but there were no clear traces of who did it. The only thing we found at the site was a child’s wrapping —too small to belong to an adult. I think… it might be linked to the sold child.”
The silence that followed was heavy—suffocating.
Theo closed his eyes briefly, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself together. His heart pounded painfully, each beat echoing the realization that his child—their heir—might never be found. For a moment, he wanted to break, to scream at the injustice of it
