"James, what are you doing?" I was sobbing now. "Please, don't—"
He kicked open the door to Alice's room with force, breaking it off completely.
To my dismay, she was still lying there, pale and unmoving, surrounded by machines. Her heart monitor beeped steadily. Asher hadn't moved her yet.
A healer looked up, startled. "Alpha, we—"
"Turn off the life support," James commanded coldly.
The healer’s eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"I said turn it off."
"But Alpha, she—"
"Do it." His eyes flashed full gold, demanding obedience.
"Alpha, the patient will die within minutes if we—"
"I don't care." James's voice was ice. "Turn it off. Now."
The healer looked at me, then back at James. "Alpha, I need authorization from the head healer—"
"I'm the Alpha of this pack." His voice was quiet but deadly. "My authority supercedes every other person in this pack. If you question me again, I will exile you from the pack, and make you live the rest of your life as a miserable rogue. Do you understand?"
The healer’s face went pale as she quickly did as he said with tears in her eyes, unable to resist the alpha's command.
"No!" I lunged forward, but James caught me easily, holding me back.