Chapter Forty One
Zane’s POV
The heavy mahogany doors of the penthouse office slammed open, the lock splintering against the frame with a violent crack that echoed through the top floor of the hospital complex.
Zara didn't even flinch.
She was sitting gracefully behind her father's massive glass desk, a crystal glass of aged scotch resting between her manicured fingers. The soft moonlight filtering through the panoramic windows caught the sharp, predatory gleam in her eyes as she slowly took a sip, completely unfazed by my grand entrance.
"You're late, Zane," she purred, setting the glass down with a delicate clink. "And here I thought an Alpha was always punctual."
"Shut up, Zara," I growled, the raw, furious rumble vibrating deep in my chest as I closed the distance between us. I s
