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 barg into that clinic and slit his throat so she didn't go through all that for nothing. She
