The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 316

Chapter 316

The next morning, sunlight splashed through the cracked windows as Alex

unlocked the door to his clinic.

His eyes narrowed sharply at the sight - a battered, bloodied figure sprawled

unconscious at his doorstep.

Alex's pulse quickened as he knelt beside the man, turning him over gently, only

to stare in disbelief.

"Jaxon Creed?" Alex muttered, astonishment darkening his features. "What the

hell happened to you?"

He studied the bruised face, swollen and marred with fresh wounds.

Jaxon Creed, the top knight from Chicago - this was no ordinary beatdown.

With cautious strength, Alex hoisted Jaxon over his shoulder and carried him

carefully inside, laying him on the examination bed.

As Alex assessed the injuries, his trained eyes hardened - gunshot wounds,

shattered bones, nerve damage so severe it made his stomach twist.

"Whoever did this wanted Jaxon crippled for life or dead.

Alex drew a deep breath, determination steadying his hands. Healing this man

would take time, but he trusted his skills to mend even the deepest wounds.

He administered a swift injection, followed by a miracle pill.

Minutes ticked by until finally, with a groan of agony, Jaxon's eyelids fluttered

open. His gaze wandered hazily until settling on Alex.

"You're awake," Alex said gruffly. "How do you feel?"

Jaxon blinked, dazed. "I feel terrible... Did you save me?"

Alex crossed his arms. "You see anyone else here?" he replied, dryly, hiding the

relief in his eyes.

Jaxon tried to sit up, a flash of pain forcing a hiss through clenched teeth.

""Thank you," he muttered earnestly, struggling to bow his head.

"Stay put," Alex snapped firmly, pressing him back onto the bed. "You're barely

holding together."

Jaxon's eyes darkened, shame and frustration fighting across his battered face.

Alex crossed his arms, curiosity biting at him. "You're a tough. Who could've

broken you this badly?"

Jaxon stared at the ceiling, jaw tightening with silent torment. Finally, he

swallowed the humiliation and spoke quietly, each word dragged from his throat.

"I came looking for you," he admitted, voice raw with effort.

an eyebrow, skeptical.

a shaky breath. "Last night, the Chicago

I told them no. Joining them would've

coward."

them before Jaxon locked

low but firm.

strongest fighter I've ever gone up against. I want

eyes. "Do you even know who

janitor's disguise to

got the arena's security

bathroom and change into that janitor uniform.

the files. I'm not here to expose you - I'm here

I'm hoping

the silence heavy and

continued bitterly, "They found out I wanted to meet you and

Nearly finished me off. Managed to lose them

enough to reach you."

jaw tightened, "What's their

the air. "A nuclear strike. They'll

lords into a

felt a rush of anger surge beneath his calm exterior, yet his

first. We'll talk once you're

crumbled, despair gripping his

wrecked.

with quiet conviction.

stronger than ever."

Jaxon's eyes, sparking fiercely in

arm

my life is yours. Whatever

it."

expression easing as

against the bed.

is me paying you back -

about the Chicago lords."

finally relaxing into a weary sleep, a faint

his lips.

thoughtful eyes staring through

had just

accelerator, cutting

mind consumed

courting death, and he needed to alert his people

red

road

Alex

brakes, tires screeching sharply.

Panicked shouts echoed outside.

had clearly

his door and stepped onto the street. Chaos surrounded

people screamed desperately.

cried frantically. "Is there a doctor

the voice. "I'm a

the man's face - a

madame is

followed him through the maze of stopped cars until

scene:

Hummer, barely

cheap sedan,

flung open the luxury

bleeding head, groaning in mild

cry drew Alex's attention away.

son!"

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