Chapter 58: Moving Forward
(Thomas's POV)
I stood in the dimly lit hospital room, staring down at Alex. He sat slumped on the edge of his bed, shoulders sagging, staring at nothing. His hospital gown hung loose, and the faint scent of blood and medicine lingered in the air. He looked nothing like the Alpha I once respected—the Alpha I once followed without question.
"This is it? This is the great Alex Storm?" My voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold. "Sitting here like the world is ending because one woman left you?"
Alex didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch at my words. He continued staring straight ahead, as if waiting for the walls to save him. His face was pale and drawn, his gray eyes dull, and the once-proud stance he carried had completely disappeared.
"I ask again,
