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After learning about William’s terminal condition, I stayed by his bedside. I only left to check on Eleanor, who remained unconscious from the shock.
William was moved from the ICU to a private room in the pack’s medical wing. He would spend his last moments with family, away from the sterile hospital environment.
Katherine joined me after having lunch. Her amber eyes were red-rimmed from crying.
“Have you eaten anything?” she asked, her voice gentle despite our family’s turmoil.
“I have no appetite,” I replied, my ice-blue eyes hollow with grief.
The thought of food made my stomach turn. How could I eat when my father was dying?
“Gerald Rivers will return to Riverdale tomorrow afternoon,” Katherine informed me. “He’ll handle pack succession matters.”
I nodded numbly. The weight of impending leadership felt crushing on my shoulders.
William stirred in his hospital bed. His once-powerful frame looked frail and diminished.
“Eating is pointless,” he said weakly. “Death is inevitable for even an Alpha when silver invades the bloodstream so thoroughly.”
Katherine moved to his bedside. “You should eat.something to maintain your strength.”
William’s laugh was bitter and hollow. “Strength for what? A few more hours of suffering?”
He turned his gaze to Katherine, his eyes filled with pain that went beyond physical agony.
“Are you happy that I’m dying?” he asked bitterly. “After all our conflicts over Frederick Warner and Vanessa
Reed?”
Katherine’s face crumpled with grief. Despite their marital troubles, his words cut deep.
“I’m not as malicious as you think,” she declared, her voice breaking with emotion.
The tension between my parents was suffocating. I could feel their decades of unresolved conflicts hanging in the air like a toxic cloud.
I stood up from my chair, sensing they needed privacy. This might be their final conversation as mates.
“I’ll give you two some time alone,” I said quietly.
I left the room, closing the door behind me.
(Connor’s POV)
After visiting my father at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, I returned to Riverdale that night. The weight of his condition pressed heavily on my shoulders as I drove through the familiar territory.
I had invited two leaders from the Northern Territory Werewolf Registry Office and Detective Thomas Harrison to Rivers Pack Headquarters. This meeting couldn’t wait any longer.
The formal meeting room felt cold despite the warm lighting. I sat at the head of the mahogany table, my ice-blue eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.
The three men entered with the deference due to a new Alpha. Their postures were respectful, acknowledging my recent ascension to pack leadership.
“Alpha Rivers,” the first registry official said, bowing slightly. “Thank you for meeting with us during this difficult time.”
I gestured for them to sit. “Please, take your seats. We have much to discuss.”
Detective Thomas Harrison, a stern-faced man in his forties, introduced himself first. “I’m Detective Harrison, lead investigator on your father’s case. I’ve handled supernatural cases for over a decade.”
The registry officials followed with their introductions. Their experience with werewolf law would be crucial for this investigation.
“What progress have you made?” I asked, leaning forward with intense focus.
Detective Harrison opened his file. “Based on Katherine Rivers’ statement, Vanessa Reed is our prime suspect.”
He continued methodically. “We’ve learned that Miss Reed often prepared healing broths and moonlight herb supplements for Alpha Rivers.”
“She also had access to his morning routine,” Harrison added. “Your father drank black coffee with wolfsbane-neutralizing herbs every morning.”
I nodded grimly. Vanessa’s access to my father’s food and drink made her the perfect suspect.
“What evidence do you have?” I pressed, my wolf demanding answers.
Detective Harrison presented two forensic reports. “One is the testing report of the pot used for healing broth. The other is the cup used for coffee.”
He slid the documents across the table. “The pot contained the same wolfsbane derivatives found in your father’s bloodstream.”
My hands clenched into fists. The systematic poisoning had been happening right under our noses.
“The healing broth was systematically poisoned,” Harrison confirmed. “The wolfsbane compounds seeped into the pot’s material even after thorough cleaning.”
“What about the coffee cup?” I asked, though I suspected the answer.
“We traces of toxins.” Harrison replied. “But the pack servants confirmed that Vanessa Reed personally prepared the morning coffee every day”
The betrayal cut deep Vanessa had used her position as foster daughter to slowly murder my father.
“What did Vanessa shy during interrogation? I demanded, my Alpha authority blooding into my voice.
Detective Harrison’s expression darkened. “She remained completely silent invoked her right to remain quiet until pack council proceedings
“Frederick Warner also refused to cooperate with human authorities, he added. “But we believe he’s directly involved in the poisoning conspiracy.”
I wasn’t surprised. Frederick’s revenge plot ran deeper than we had initially realized.
“Have you reviewed security surveillance footage?” I asked, hoping for visual evidence
Harrison nodded. “We examined all available recordings. Unfortunately, the footage doesn’t reveal anything conclusive.”
He explained further. “The surveillance showed Vanessa preparing the healing broth, but she strategically positioned herself to block the camera’s view.”
“If she poisoned the coffee, she did it in the kitchen’s blind spot,” Harrison concluded.
My jaw tightened with frustration. Vanessa had been careful to avoid detection.
Detective Harrison hesitated before continuing. “Katherine Rivers suggested you might know the true motives behind Frederick Warner and Vanessa Reed’s actions.”
He paused respectfully. “She felt it was inappropriate to elaborate on pack family matters to human authorities.”
I took a deep breath. The truth needed to come out, regardless of family shame.
“Frederick Warner is my father’s illegitimate son,” I revealed, watching their expressions change.
“His mother was Victoria Price, my father’s mistress over twenty years ago,” I continued. “She was sent abroad when she became pregnant.”
The registry officials exchanged meaningful glances. Illegitimate offspring often caused pack complications.
“Frederick grew up with resentment toward the Rivers pack,” I explained. “His revenge plot included using Vanessa Reed as his accomplice.”
