I pushed through the door and slammed it behind me, my hands shaking with anger and residual pain.
What should hurt most? The part that Alpha Zane does not seem to see my pain, or that even in a moment as brutal as that, the only place my eyes could focus on was the dry, chapped lips of Alpha Zane. More evident as he dished out his instruction?
For several minutes, I just stood there, breathing hard and waiting for him to burst through and punish me for my insolence.
But he didn’t.
Through the glass wall, I saw his silhouette appear in his own chambers and watched him stand there for a long moment before he turned away.
The second injection that evening was worse than the first.
Maybe because my body was already weakened. And that the healers had warned me it would “build” on the pre
