66. Cat wants to play with the Alpha
Zach's POV
Shock washed over her features. She felt light weight on me and cold. I raised my hands to hold her waist, only she held my hands at a distance and stepped down the bed.
"You got shot?" Fear laced her voice as she eyed me accusingly.
"It's not that bad. See, the wound is close." I got up, attempting again to hold her into my arms.
The coldness doesn't sit right with me when we're in the same room and I cannot hold her. My grumpiness was escalating every time she slapped my hand away or took a step back, keeping me at a distance.
"I go away for two days and you get shot. What's going on, Zach? Why do you have to do this to me?"
My jaw dropped. My eyes flickered as I endeavored to keep anger away from my features. But the more she
