Chapter Eight
Ana
I slowly stood up from the bathroom floor, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and turned around to look straight into his eyes.
"You do look completely disgusting to me," I said, my voice steady and cold. "You make me feel absolutely sick to my stomach, Desmond. Every single time I see your face or hear your voice, I get more and more sick. Please, Alpha, just get out of my sight. Leave this room right now. I just want to rest."
Desmond stared at me, his eyes widening in surprise at my sharp words. He took a swift step forward as if he wanted to argue, but then he stopped himself and stepped back. He clenched his jaw tightly and gave me a firm nod.
"Fine," he said, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper.
He turned around on his heel and began to walk aw
