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Chapter 352 

ALEXANDER 

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I was leaning against the balcony railing in the early hours of the afternoon. Jeffery, Irene’s mate, stood beside me, hands casually tucked into his pockets, watching the training grounds below. 

“We have a strong showing today,” I remarked, eyes tracking the younger wolves practicing their shifts. They’re getting better at coordination.” 

Jeffery nodded, a small smile on his lips. “You seem to notice the little things,” he said. “That’s what 

makes you… you.” 

I gave a faint smirk, about to reply, when a sharp voice cut through the air. 

“Atpha Alexander… sir,” a member called out from the far side of the hall. He was running, boots pounding against the stone, urgency written in every line of his stance. 

I frowned, exchanging a quick glance with Jeffery. “What is it?” I asked, stepping forward. 

The young man paused, chest heaving, eyes darting between us. “It’s… Roman, Alpha. He’s losing control.” 

I froze. My mind instantly went through every scenario I could imagine. Losing control? Roman? I hadn’t expected… any of this. “Explain,” I said, my voice low, every muscle tensing. 

“He–he’s… attacking, Alpha. Others can’t hold him. It’s dangerous.” 

I swallowed, taking a deep breath. “How did it start?” 

The messenger shook his head. “I don’t… I don’t know. It escalated quickly. I thought you should be 

informed immediately.” 

I looked at Jeffery, whose eyes had widened slightly. He was silent, but I could see the tension there, the recognition that something serious was unfolding. I didn’t wait to process it further. 

“Show me,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for hesitation. 

Jeffery moved beside me instinctively, ready to follow. “What do you mean–losing control?” he asked 

softly. 

I shook my head, keeping my attention forward. “I don’t know yet. But we’re about to find out.” 

I started down the corridor, Jeffery matching my pace. The distant sounds–low rumbles, shouts, snarls- began to drift through the halls. My steps quickened, every instinct coiling tight. 

Something was happening, and it wasn’t going to wait for an explanation. 

The first sharp sounds of chaos reached us–voices shouting, claws scraping, the unmistakable growl of a 

wolf unleashed. 

We reached the edge of the clearing, and the scene hit me like a physical force. Roman was on top of 

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Mason, claws extended, teeth bared, growls rolling deep from his chest. 

A small crowd of wolves had frozen, fear gripping them. 

I didn’t hesitate. “Roman!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos. 

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His head snapped toward me for a split second, eyes blazing gold, but the rage didn’t waver. I moved 

closer, shifting my stance, letting my presence anchor him. “Calm,” I commanded, reaching out, my hand pressing lightly against his shoulders, trying to contain the momentum without crushing him. 

He shook against me, muscles tensing like coiled springs, snapping at the air around him, claws raking t dirt near Mason. My own pulse spiked, matching his rapid heartbeat. I couldn’t let him hurt anyone else… 

or himself. 

“Roman!” I barked again, my hands sliding to his forearms to pin them just enough. He thrashed and triec 

to fight me, but the weight of my presence started to slow his motions, his growls softening to low 

rumbles. 

Then he started again. 

Beside me, Jeffery stepped forward instinctively. I shot him a quick glance, ready to warn him off, but he 

didn’t hesitate. He wasn’t reckless–his stance was careful, measured, but there was no fear. He edged 

close to Roman, hands ready, body language steady and calm, as if he knew exactly how to read him. 

Roman’s head whipped toward Jeffery suddenly, eyes locking with his. I felt it immediately–a subtle shift 

in Roman’s tension. The muscles in his shoulders relaxed minutely against mine, the growl dwindling to 

nothing. His claws retracted, fangs no longer bared, his golden eyes softening, though he still crouched 

over Mason. 

I froze for a heartbeat, noticing the nuance. Why him? Why Jeffery? It wasn’t obvious, but something in 

Roman’s reaction–the way his body responded–was… different. 

Jeffery’s presence alone was stabilizing Roman, and his confidence–his choice to step in despite the 

danger–carried weight. There was something in the way he held himself, ready to act but not aggressive, that calmed Roman faster than anything I had tried. I didn’t have time to process it fully. 

Roman exhaled shakily, his head dipping slightly. His golden eyes finally returned to a normal brown as he 

stepped back, his body tense but no longer snarling. A flush of shame crossed his features immediately. “I 

-I… I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice tight. “I didn’t mean-” 

He swallowed hard, still trembling slightly, his eyes flicking around at the scattered crowd, then back to 

1. me. The full weight of what had just happened seemed to hit him all at once, and the apologetic tone deepened. 

I stepped back slightly, still keeping my hands near him, letting him feel grounded. I needed clarity. I needed to know exactly what had sparked this. 

“What happened here?” I demanded, my voice carrying across the clearing. My gaze swept the crowd. 

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Mason’s expression shifted instantly, a dramatic widening of his eyes, his hands lifted in mock innocence. “Alpha… it’s him! Roman attacked me! Out of nowhere!” he exclaimed, his voice trembling in calculated 

fear. 

I narrowed my eyes at him. Mason’s act didn’t line up with what I had seen before, with what I already knew. I had watched him and his friends harass Roman before–push him, taunt him, beat him up. He must have tried the same thing today–but now, there was no proof, no witness speaking up for Roman. 

I could feel the tension rising in the crowd, and I kept my gaze locked on Roman, who looked small now, apologetic, aware of what he had done. 

No one spoke. All eyes flicked between Roman and Mason. Everyone was silent, waiting for me to judge. 

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