Oliver was startled. Rather than the shocking sentence of someone being killed in the hospital, he was more concerned about the first half of the nurse's sentence. "My...Alpha?" Oliver choked out in a strained voice. Had he died and gone to an alternate universe? Since when did he have an Alpha?
"That—" The nurse blurted out in one breath. "The winged and horned beastman! The one who has always stayed by your side during your hospitalization!"
Before Oliver knew it, he had ripped out the IV drips and heartbeat detector. The pain be damned. His entire body screamed in protest from the sudden exertion. He gritted his teeth. "Lead the way! Hurry up!"
A loud commotion was heard in the hallway and Oliver could see a crowd of people around, their faces pale as they slumped against the wall. The silver haired Alpha stood in the middle of all, in his grasp was the neck of a woman in her last breath, wheezing with tears streaming down her purplish face.
