Alpha Dax's P.O.V
The sound of my hand slamming into the glass surface of the receptionist's table cracked the otherwise quiet atmosphere of the hospital. People looked up in alarm and immediately turned their heads as soon as their beady eyes met mine. Right under my nose. She had been right under my nose the entire time. My knuckles stung. I didn't care.
"Where is Elena?" I shouted.
A nurse stepped forward. She kept her voice low, like she was steering a boat through calm water. "Sir, you can't go past this point without authorization."
"I'm looking for my wife," I said. "Elena Rivers. What room is she in?"
"We need your ID, sir." Her eyes flicked to Ken and away. She wanted the situation to end cleanly.
"HOW DARE YOU? Do you know WHO I AM?" I asked, pressing my palm
