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~Alex's POV
I stayed in the pack for a few days after the funeral, honoring the mourning period. It was a time of silence and respect, a tradition that everyone followed. But even as I stood among my people, my mind was never truly at rest. Grief lingered in the air, yet the world outside didn't stop moving. Neither did my business.
My men kept me updated on everything happening in my territory, the shipments, the deals, the threats. I listened, processing every detail, but for now, I had to stay put. There was no rushing this. The elders expected my presence, and I had to show strength, even in loss.
After the mourning period ended, my brother, Michael, pulled me aside. He was the one who owned a big hospital, always busy with saving lives, while I handled things in the underworld. We had different paths, but we were still brothers.
