The Almighty Dominance

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.

drew a shaky breath. "Last night, the Chicago lords laid it all

next week. I told them no. Joining them would've made me

coward."

them before Jaxon locked eyes with

low but firm.

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

even know

disguise to

the arena's security

the staff bathroom

you - I'm here because I

hoping you'll say

didn't speak, the silence heavy

continued bitterly, "They found out I wanted

finished me off. Managed

enough to reach you."

tightened, "What's their

air.

into a full-scale

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

first. We'll talk once you're

despair gripping

wrecked. I'll never fight

leaned forward, eyes hard with quiet conviction. "Don't worry. I'll

stronger than ever."

across Jaxon's eyes, sparking fiercely in

Alex's arm with

my life is yours. Whatever you need

it."

his expression easing as he gently helped

against the bed.

more promises," he muttered. "This is me paying you back - for the

about the Chicago lords."

nodded slowly, finally relaxing into a weary sleep,

his lips.

stood back, thoughtful eyes staring

horizon had

accelerator,

branch, his mind consumed by

and he needed to alert

suddenly, red brake

the road

jam. Alex

brakes, tires screeching sharply.

Panicked shouts echoed outside.

had

flung open his door and stepped onto the

people screamed desperately.

frantically. "Is

strode quickly toward the

flashed across the man's face - a large, imposing bodyguard type.

our madame is hurt

the maze of stopped cars until

horrific scene: two vehicles

a massive, armored luxury Hummer, barely damaged.

sedan, crumpled

open the luxury

bleeding head, groaning

a desperate cry drew Alex's attention away. "Please! Somebody

son!"