Chapter Forty Three
Laila’s POV
The heavy, thick-bottomed glass bottle tore through the stale air of the bar with terrifying velocity.
It was aimed straight for the center of his chest—a frantic, rage-fueled projectile packed with every single ounce of betrayal, confusion, and bone-deep exhaustion I had carried since waking up in that golden cage of a hospital suite. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to break that calm, impenetrable mask of his. I wanted to see him bleed, if only to prove to myself that the terrifying, invincible Alpha standing before me was actually human enough to feel pain.
Zane didn't even blink.
With preternatural, terrifying speed that defied every law of physics, his head tilted just an inch to the left. The wind from his movement whipped the dark hair across his f
