A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 165

Sage sat in the sitting room with her parents, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The silence in the room was suffocating, heavy enough to press against her chest. The words her father had just spoken still echoed in her head.

Alexander had been stabbed by a silver dagger tainted with poison.

And according to the healer, he wouldn’t make it to morning.

She stared at her father, unable to believe what she’d just heard. “He’s dying?” she whispered, her voice cracking despite her effort to stay composed.

Her father nodded slowly, his expression drawn with exhaustion and grief. “The poison has already spread too far,” he said quietly. “The healer’s doing what she can, but it won’t change the outcome.”

Sage blinked rapidly, trying to process it. She wasn’t particularly close to Alexander. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure they had even shared a full conversation before today. Their only interaction had been the day Faye was taken.

Still, the news struck something deep in her chest. Maybe it wasn’t grief for Alexander himself, but for Faye… her sister. Faye loved Alexander so much that it had been impossible not to notice. The way she looked at him, the way her whole demeanor softened whenever he was around… it was obvious even to Sage.

And now… he was dying.

Sage glanced at her mother, who sat rigid beside her, hands clasped tightly over her knees, eyes glassy with disbelief. Her father had gone quiet again, staring.

Jason broke the silence. “We should make him call Blood Crescent,” he said, leaning forward in his chair. “If he dies here without his pack’s knowledge, they’ll think we lured him here to kill him. We’ll be at war before nightfall tomorrow.”

Sage’s father didn’t even argue… he just nodded wearily. “You’re right,” he said, rubbing his temples. “I’ll see to it.”

Sage frowned. “That’s all? You’re just going to…”

Her voice caught, frustration bubbling beneath the sorrow. “You’re just going to wait for him to die?”

Her father looked up, pained. “You think I haven’t thought of every possibility? Every healer within a hundred miles?”

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“Then find one farther!” she snapped. “There has to be someone who can…”

“Sage,” her mother said softly, her tone pleading, “enough.”

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But Sage wasn’t ready to let it go. She turned back to her father. “We can’t just give up on him… for Faye’s sake.”

Her father exhaled heavily, eyes clouded with a mix of helplessness and reason. “You think I haven’t considered it? I spoke with the healer myself.” He leaned back in his chair. “Silver alone is lethal enough… it stops a wolf from healing, you know it. But this dagger was also coated with wolfsbane. That combination was deliberate, designed to kill. Whoever struck him knew exactly what they were doing.”

The room fell silent again.

Sage stared down at her hands, her mind racing. Whoever did this hadn’t just wanted Alexander wounded… they’d wanted him erased.

Then, suddenly, Jason’s expression shifted. His brow furrowed slightly, as if something had just clicked into place.

Sage caught it immediately. “What?” she asked sharply. “What is it?”

Jason didn’t answer at first. His gaze was distant, troubled, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought.

Sage’s heart began to pound a bit. “Jason,” she pressed, her voice edged with accusation. You know something, don’t you?”

Jason blinked and turned to her, startled. “What? No, of course not…”

“Don’t lie to me,” Sage snapped. “What is it?”

Jason’s jaw tightened. “Sage, don’t start,” he said.

Sage scoffed. “Don’t start? My sister’s mate is dying in that room, and you’re standing here acting like you don’t know anything! You’ve hated Alexander for as long as I’ve known you… maybe you…”

Jason’s eyes flashed. “Are you seriously accusing me of that?”

“Maybe I am!” she shot back. “You agreed to go with him to rescue Faye without even being asked. That wasn’t like you… you’ve never lifted a finger for another Alpha before unless it benefited you. So tell me, Jason, what changed this time?”

”

Jason’s hands clenched at his sides. For a long moment, the two of them just stared at each

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other… tension crackling like electricity in the air.

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When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, steadier, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “I won’t deny that I disliked Alexander,” he said. “Most Alphas don’t like each other. We’re too proud, too territorial. We tolerate each other because we have to… that’s the way it’s always been.” He paused, his tone softening just slightly. “But disliking someone isn’t the same as wanting them dead, Sage. I wouldn’t do that.”

Her glare wavered, but she didn’t speak.

Jason took a slow breath. “But…” he said after a moment, and the word hung heavy in the air. “I did see the dagger.”

Sage frowned. “You saw what?”

“The silver dagger,” Jason replied, his eyes darkening. “Patrick had it.”

The room froze.

“Patrick?” Sage’s father repeated slowly, disbelief flickering in his tone.

Jason nodded. “Yes. I saw it before we went into Moon Claw territory. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I assumed it was meant for Draco. I mean… Draco was our common enemy. Why would I have thought…” He trailed off, unable to finish.

Sage’s stomach turned cold. Patrick. Alpha Patrick… Alexander’s supposed ally.

Her mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her face pale. “But that can’t be right,” she whispered. Sage’s father shook his head, though his expression said otherwise. “That doesn’t mean he stabbed him,” he muttered, as if trying to convince himself. “Maybe it fell off during the battle, and someone else…”

“It was Patrick,” a voice cut in from the doorway.

Everyone turned…they didn’t notice him before.

He looked pale, his usual commanding presence dulled by exhaustion. Beneath the shirt he wore, faint traces of sweat glistened on his temples.

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