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,

breath. "Last night, the Chicago lords laid it all out

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

coward."

before Jaxon locked eyes with Alex, his

low but firm.

strongest fighter I've ever gone up against. I

you even know who I

disguise to

got the arena's security footage,"

into the staff bathroom and change into that

here to expose you - I'm here because I need

I'm hoping you'll say

didn't speak, the

found out I wanted to meet you

hunted me down. Nearly finished me

enough to reach you."

jaw tightened, "What's

words dropped heavily, chilling the air. "A nuclear

three lords into a full-scale war with

of anger surge beneath his calm

"Rest first. We'll

expression crumbled, despair gripping his bruised features.

is wrecked. I'll never

hard with quiet conviction. "Don't

stronger than ever."

Jaxon's eyes, sparking fiercely in his weary gaze.

arm

Whatever you

it."

a long sigh, his expression easing as

against the bed.

"This is me paying you back - for

about the Chicago lords."

slowly, finally relaxing into a weary

his lips.

stood back, thoughtful eyes staring through the

horizon had just become

he floored the accelerator, cutting swiftly through the streets

mind consumed

he needed to alert his people -

red

the road ahead, forming

Alex slammed

brakes, tires screeching sharply.

Panicked shouts echoed outside.

had

stepped onto the street. Chaos surrounded

people screamed desperately.

"Is

strode quickly toward the voice.

across the man's face - a

madame is hurt

him through the maze of stopped cars

a horrific scene: two vehicles collided

massive, armored luxury Hummer, barely damaged.

sedan, crumpled like

luxury car door, revealing a well-dressed

head, groaning

cry drew Alex's attention away.

son!"