“When is he going to wake up, Doctor?” My voice cracks despite my attempt to sound composed. I try to hide how terrified I am, but I must be failing because the doctor gives me a look that says he sees right through me. “It’s been over five hours… and still nothing.”
I haven’t moved from Fury’s side–not for a second since Jack left. My fingers are locked around his, cold with fear. My heart won’t stop pounding–not with the steady beep of the monitor, not with the warmth slowly returning to his skin but he still hasn’t opened his eyes..
The doctor glances up from Fury’s chart, his gaze tinged with hesitant sympathy. “As I said earlier, Princess… his vitals are stable, and his body has accepted the alpha strain. But…” He hesitates, clearly confused. “He should be awake by now. I don’t understand why he isn’t.”
I glance down at Fury. His body twitches every so often, sweat clinging to his temples. His lashes flutter like he’s trapped in a nightmare he can’t escape. I lean forward, gently brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead.
Please, Moon Goddess…. let him wake up. And if he does… don’t let him wake up cold–like Caspian did after receiving Jack’s alpha blood. Don’t let him look at me like I’m a stranger. Don’t let Fury forget me too.
The memory of Caspian’s blank stare still haunts me. The thought of Fury doing the same sends a sharp pain through my chest.
Then, without warning, Fury gasps–a sharp, violent inhale like a drowning man breaking the surface. His body arches off the bed as his eyes snap open, glowing blood–red and blazing with rage.
“You bastard!” he roars, his voice raw and animalistic. “I’ll make you pay! You think you can get away with everything–you might-!”
A guttural growl erupts from deep within his chest, shaking the very walls. His wolf isn’t just surfacing–it’s taking over.
The doctor stumbles back eyes wide with terror, knocking into a tray behind him.
“Fury!” I shout, grabbing his shoulders, trying to ground him. “Hey–Fury, calm down! You’re safe. You’re in the palace. You’re safe now.”
His red eyes dart toward me–wild, lost it’s obvious he still thinks he was fighting off jack uncle but something flickers there. Recognition.
“Maya?” he whispers, then corrects himself in confusion, “Kali.”
I nod gently. “Yes, it’s me.”
He stares at me like I’m something he thought he’d never see again. His gaze shifts, trying to understand the heaviness in his limbs, the pulse in his chest that beats with new strength he doesn’t recognize.
“I know you’re confused,” I say softly, trying not to cry. “But… you have alpha blood in your veins now.”
His lips part in disbelief. “What…?”
“You’re an alpha now, Fury.”
“No,” he breathes. “No, that’s not possible. I’m just a warrior. I’ve always been a warrior…” His voice cracks. His er with pain, then anger. “That bastard… he broke me in the worst way possible.”
“I know,” I whisper. “I know what he did to you. You nearly died, Fury. You would’ve died,”
oud
He stares at his hands like they don’t belong to him. I see the tremor in his fingers, the way his jaw tightens as he fights for control.
“How is it possible that I have alpha blood?” His voice is barely audible. “My legs–he crushed them. I felt my bones snap like twigs. And now I can move… but I don’t feel like myself.”
“Jack saved you. He gave you his blood. He’s the future Alpha King his blood had the power to heal you.”
“He shouldn’t have,” Fury mutters, shaking his head. “You don’t understand, Kali… this changes everything. My life, my destiny. You broke our promise.”
“No, Fury. I kept it.”
“You should have left me to die…” he snaps, anger flashing in his eyes.
My voice rises before I can stop it. “Don’t you dare say that. You think I could’ve watched you fade away? You made a promise to protect me—and I’m making one now: I will protect you too, even if it means you hate me for it.”
“I was supposed to be your shield,” he growls, his eyes wild with pain. “Your sword. That’s who I was born to be–your personal warrior, your bodyguard.”
“And now you’re more than that,” I say, gently brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead. “I’ve already released you, Fury. You’re no longer bound to me.”
“You… freed me?”
I nod. “You’re free to live your own life. You don’t owe me anything. With alpha blood in your veins, you can be anything you want. You could even go search for your family–I believe they’re out there, waiting for you.”
His voice cracks. “What if they’re not? What if they’ve forgotten me? I don’t know who I am without this purpose… I’ve always just been a weapon.”
“You’re not just a weapon,” I whisper. “You’re a man. A brother. Alson. Maybe even someone who deserves a second–chance mate–someone who will love and cherish him.”
He turns his head slightly, eyes filled with something I’ve never seen in him before—fear.
After a long silence, I ask softly, “What really happened, Fury? What did he do to you?”
He looks down, hands curling into fists. His voice shakes as he speaks.
“He wasn’t normal, Kali. Jack’s uncle… he’s something else. I thought I could take him–hell, I’m a trained warrior, I’ve fought beasts stronger than most alphas but he didn’t fight fair.”
