Alexander didn't want me to go.
"It's too risky," he said for the tenth time as we stood in the garage.
"Jax is in a hospital bed, barely alive," I replied. "If he's involved, I need to see it for myself."
He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Take Marcus and three enforcers at least."
"Two," I bargained. "I don't want to look like I'm bringing an army."
He growled but agreed.
The hospital was private, guarded by Alexander's people. Jax was in a secure wing, hooked to machines, bandages covering half his body.
He looked... broken.
The strong, arrogant Alpha who rejected me five years ago was pale, weak, eyes closed.
A nurse let me in.
I sat by his bed.
His eyes fluttered open after a few minutes.
"Elara?" His voice was hoarse, confused.
"It's me."
He tried to sit up, w
