~Zarek's POV~
She wouldn't look at me.
She wouldn't talk to me.
And that hurt more than a thousand deadly words would.
Suddenly, the room grew tight, suffocating. My breath came in short, struggling pants; and I knew that this was supposed to be the point where I'd take my leave, but my limbs wouldn't move.
My brain screamed at me to go, to leave, but my body betrayed me. It felt rooted in place, my eyes glued to Dahlia's back.
I knew she wasn't asleep by how tense her shoulders were and how her body trembled slightly, so it was obvious that she was doing this to avoid me— or ignore me— as the case may be.
"Alpha, I'll take my leave now. I have another patient to attend to." Dr Ava's usually soothing voice snapped me out of my reverie, and I glanced at her to find her already watching me, the expression on her face unreadable but weird.