Alexander's POV
When Amelia was rushed to the hospital, I don't remember much of it. My adrenaline was pumping high and the only thing in my mind was the way her face looked before she fell and her falling. Those two images haunted me as I sat ther staring into a wall, waiting for news from Mark. She was in surgery for a few hours and those were one of the longest few hours of my life. Mark said she was strong and that she will pull through, that she had survived way worse, but for some reason it did not feel as reassuring as he probably meant it to be.
I felt helpless with the only thought that I couldn't reach her in time, turning in my mind.
Over and over again... I failed her... over and over again... I'm a poor excuse of a mate.
I can't even call myself alpha.
I can't even take c
