Chapter 42

Alexander’s POV

“He regained consciousness, Alpha.” The words rang in my ears repeatedly, and a bitter scoff escaped me. Low, and totally angry.

“He’s conscious, you say? The sole reason why Danica’s like that… As still as a statue is right there breathing conveniently?” I asked and Blake nodded once.

“How convenient!” I added viciously, my claws digging into my palm so deeply that it began to bleed furiously but I didn’t even feel it. Nothing more can overshadow the pain of seeing one’s mate suffer alone while you get to do nothing to relieve even a tiny bit of that pain.

“Alpha…”

“You have no idea how bitter I feel right now, Blake. You have no idea how many ideas of how much I want to barge into that clinic and slit his throat so she didn’t go through all that for nothing. She… She got her hand injured, Blake. It would kill her to know she won’t be able to work with those hands anymore!” My tone went lower, fury and concern making it heavier t