Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 71 - Upside Down

Alexander's pov:

Elektra's vitals improved steadily with each passing day. Every time I looked at her, I felt a renewed sense of hope. I barely left her side—except for the day of Monica's funeral. Back at the pack, Steve made sure Andros' life was a living hell. He was beaten, interrogated, and pushed to his limits. The results of the inquiry were shocking. Andros wasn't just a rogue acting on his own. He was a key player in Bartholomew's gang. Worse, he had targeted Elektra under Bartholomew's direct orders. Rage coursed through me the moment I heard that.

I had tolerated Bartholomew's interference for too long. Even from behind bars, that bastard was still obsessed with Elektra in a sick, twisted way. His influence had nearly cost her life.

I clenched my fists. Enough was enough. I was going to put an end to this.

Leaving Elektra in Roxanne's care, I drove straight to the prison, my mind set on one thing—facing Bartholomew myself.

When I arrived, the guards led me to the waiting room. The air smelled of metal and damp concrete, a suffocating reminder of where I was.

Minutes later, heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor. The door creaked open, and Bartholomew entered, shackled in chains. Two guards flanked him, their eyes watchful.

He lifted his gaze and smirked.

I exhaled sharply, my muscles tensing.

This was it.

-"Well, well, well... The famous Alpha of the Silver Dawn Pack has graced me with his presence. To what do I owe the honor?"

Bartholomew smirked as the guards forced him into a chair. After securing him, they left the room, leaving us alone.

I took a slow, steady breath. Stay in control.

-"I came here to warn you," I said, my voice firm.

His smirk widened. "Warn me? About what?" He let out a mocking chuckle.

-"Leave Elektra alone."

He leaned back, feigning innocence. "In case you forgot, I've been in prison for a year and a half." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I clenched my fists. "And yet, you're still pulling strings. Do you realize that Elektra has been fighting for her life for five months because of you?"

His expression didn't change. "Oh? That's tragic. But I had nothing to do with it," he said, smiling as if this were all a joke.

I narrowed my eyes. "Sure. I can see how sorry you are."

His smirk deepened. "She should be more careful about the company she keeps."

I scoffed. "You mean the people you sent to harm her." My voice was sharp with anger.

He shook his head. "I didn't send anyone—"

-"Enough with the lies!" I snapped. "We know about Andros. He confessed everything."

For the first time, his smirk faltered. His jaw tightened, and his fingers curled into fists. "That bastard. Can't keep his mouth shut." His words came out in a low growl.

I stepped closer. "You need to stop meddling in our lives. You're going to rot in this prison for the rest of your days, so quit while you still can."

Silence filled the room.

Then, slowly, Bartholomew lifted his head. His eyes locked onto mine, filled with cold, seething resentment.

-"I don't care about you, boy." His voice was like a venomous whisper. "If you think you've won just because I'm in here, you're wrong. Soon enough, you'll pay for your insolence."