Dumped Omega? Now Their Alpha King Begs at My Feet novel Chapter 10

Valerie's POV

I reached the doorway of the ICU just as the doctor said the words.

"Alpha... I'm sorry."

The words hung in the air, thick with failure and grief. The room was a tableau of defeat.

The frantic energy was gone, replaced by a heavy, crushing stillness. Discarded syringes and sterile wrappers littered the floor around the bed like fallen leaves after a storm.

The medical team stood with slumped shoulders, avoiding eye contact with the man against the wall. They looked like an army that had just lost its most important battle.

I stepped over the threshold.

My quiet, calm entrance broke the spell. Every head in the room—the defeated doctors, the grieving family members standing in the corner, and the powerful Alpha who stood against the wall like a fallen statue—snapped towards me.

They stared at this strange, young woman in a faded t-shirt and worn jeans who carried no trace of their panic or their sorrow. I probably looked like I had gotten lost on my way to the cafeteria.

Dr. Albright, his face a mask of irritation and grief, stepped towards me, his path blocking me from the bed. He was a big man, but his exhaustion made him seem smaller.

"This is a restricted area. Who are you?" he demanded. "Have some respect for the family's grief."

"Get out. Now."

I completely ignored him. My eyes were locked on the medical monitors, my mind absorbing the data, the numbers, the flat, unwavering line.

Then my gaze shifted to the old man on the bed. My focus sharpened, seeing past the failing body, past what their machines could read.

It was a sense I had always had, an ability to see the energy within living things. For the first time, I let it fully open.

I saw the faint, flickering web of dark, magical energy clinging to his heart like a poisonous vine, its tendrils wrapped tight. The silver wasn't just in his system; it was alive, a sentient curse feeding on his life force.

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