A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

ALEXANDER

My office had grown thick with voices…men arguing over routes, scouts, border placements I let them speak, listening without interruption, until the knock came at the door.

“Enter,” I said, my tone clipped enough to quiet the room.

A guard stepped inside, holding an envelope between two careful fingers as though it burned. His head bowed. “Alpha. This was dropped at the gate… addressed to you.”

I frowned, extending a hand. The seal was plain, nothing that marked origin. That alone was unusual.

“Excuse me,” I said, and the voices died instantly. I broke the seal and unfolded the letter.

The handwriting was sharp, and clean. My eyes caught the first line, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.

It read: “I would not want to be called cruel for taking you by surprise. Consider this your head start, brother. I am coming to reclaim my birthright.”

No signature.

My hand stilled on the page. Brother.

The words struck harder than the threat itself. Cold threaded through my veins, pinning me in place. My mind dragged back to the prisoner’s warning, he had spoken of a man who claimed Blood Crescent’s throne as his own. Marcus. He had bragged, sneered about a “rightful alpha.

And now–this.

The chamber had gone quiet, all eyes probably waiting, but I didn’t look up. My face gave nothing away, though my grip on the paper had whitened at the edges.

Why brother? Was it mockery… or truth? My chest tightened with a question I hadn’t wanted to ask in years.

I forced a slow breath, smoothed the letter flat on the table as though it were nothing more than routine correspondence. Inside, the silence roared, my thoughts a storm circling one

name. Marcus.

The prisoner had spoken true. He existed. And whoever he really was, he was coming for me.

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But why call me that? Was he trying to be funny?

Claim

My gaze flicked once to the men at the table. I let my voice fall into its usual controlled one. This meeting is adjourned. Continue your duties as assigned. Double the guard on the all perimeter. No one enters or leaves without clearance.”

”

Chairs scraped as they rose, none daring to question me. I folded the letter, slid it into my inner pocket, close to the place where my heartbeat hadn’t yet settled.

The word lingered like a brand against my ribs.

Brother.

And for the first time in years, I felt the ground beneath me shift.

FAYE

Alexander was standing in his office when I walked in, his shoulders squared, his hands clasped behind his back as he stared out the window. He didn’t turn when I pushed the door open, but I could feel the tension radiating off him like heat from a fire.

“You sounded urgent on the phone,” I said, stepping further inside. “What’s going on?”

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Then, slowly, he turned. Without a word, he held out a folded piece of parchment. His movements were calm, the kind of calm that made my stomach twist, because I knew that meant something was wrong.

I took it carefully from his hand, my pulse picking up as I unfolded it. The words dripped arrogance, almost as if the writer had wanted them to sting long after the ink dried.

My breath hitched as I read the words. My eyes flicked up to Alexander instinctively, searching his face for any hint of explanation, but he was as lost as I was, and it was

obvious.

Before I could ask, the door opened again and Cole walked in. He didn’t look surprised to see me there with that expression on my face, and when his gaze landed on Alexander, it was almost too steady…like he already knew something I didn’t.

“Who dropped this off?” I asked quickly, my voice sharp. “Did someone at least see the person?”

Alexander’s jaw tightened, but his tone stayed level. “A delivery man,” he said. “That’s what the guard told me.”

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Chem

I frowned, gripping the letter tighter. The words replayed in my mind, especially the Brother part. My skin prickled uneasily.

“Alexander,” I said slowly, carefully. “Is there… is there a possibility you have a relative you didn’t know about? Someone who might have a claim to Blood Crescent too?”

His head moved almost instantly. “No,” he said firmly, shaking it once as if to shut the thought down before it could grow. “The only relative I have from my father’s side, is my aunt. And her children have no claim here. They’re not Blackwell. They belong to another pack.”

“But…”

“My father had no brothers,” he cut in, his voice hardening. “His only children were Irene and myself. That’s it. I know my family tree, Faye. And right now, I am the only heir.”

I swallowed, the certainty in his tone doing little to ease the cold curl of unease in my stomach. Something about the letter felt… deliberate. Personal.

Cole had been silent this whole time, but when I glanced at him, his expression wasn’t as rigid as Alexander’s. He was watching him too closely, as though weighing something. Finally, his lips pressed together and he said quietly…

“Are you sure about that?”

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