Chapter 392 For Her


    Third–person POV


    Alpha Henry never stopped to weigh worth or cost. He only knew one thing: he wanted this, and he would do it. <fnb241> Discover more novels at find?novel</fnb241>


    He held Aubrey’s hand and led her step by step out of the istion zone.


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    At every checkpoint, wolves froze in ce, watching. Patrol units moved to intervene, then hesitated–his authority was too heavy to ignore. If even the senior officers had not dared stop him, why should they? And if Aubrey spilled her blood, who among them wanted to risk infection with the Kajit virus?


    The atmosphere across thepound grew taut and silent, fear pressing on every chest.


    At the istion gates, an older male wolf stood waiting. His hair was white, his frame lean but steady, and behind him stood only two guards–yet their presence radiated strength.


    Henry’s stride faltered for a heartbeat, then resumed without hesitation, Aubrey at his side.


    “Your Majesty.”


    Henry’s voice named him, and Aubrey’s eyes widened in shock. The alpha King himself–here?


    The King looked diminished, his aging face worn by long illness. He regarded Aubrey, then Henry, before smiling faintly.


    “You wish to take her. Why her?”


    So it had been the King giving Damon his orders. Henry narrowed his eyes but answered evenly. “Aubrey is an unmatched talent in medical research. You’ve surely heard–she cracked the T Flu in Ste Pack. This time, she is the only one who can refine the serum, remove its lethal side effects, and save the infected.”


    The King nodded slowly. “But she is also a Kajit virus carrier. If she walks free and the world learns it, panic will spread even further. And your promise–three days. If she fails?”


    Henry answered without pause. “All consequences–losses, reputation, status, judgment–fall


    on me.”


    The King had long admired Henry. Why else would he have named him northern continent leader within a single year of inheriting Shadowmoon Pack? Others waited half a decade or more for such trust–like the Fog Pack alpha, who had proved himself through seven long years before being granted the south.


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    Chapter 392 For Her


    Still, the King studied Aubrey and sighed. “If she fails, the Miguel family will be gutted. You’ll be damned as their betrayer. We’ll strip you of your wolf. Even so, you’ll stake yourself as her guarantor?”


    “Why think so bleakly?”


    Henry’s lips curved. His face showed no fear, only light and certainty.


    “I believe in her. And when she seeds, not only will this crisis end, but Shadowmoon Pack will shine again before the world. Then you’ll see–everything I do today is the wisest choice.”


    “So you gamble for glory, then?”


    “No.”


    Henry lowered his gaze to Aubrey, his smile softening, lingering.


    “I do it for her.”


    “Her skill deserves the world’s recognition. She has always deserved it. All shecked was a chance. And this time–that chance is hers.”


    Aubrey’s chest tightened. In both lives, her deepest wish had been the same: to have the world of wolves acknowledge her craft, to see her contributions respected, not stolen by Bailey the fraud.


    She had never spoken it aloud. And yet… Henry saw it.


    He understood her.


    He truly understood her.