I brace myself as the rude doctor turns his attention fully on . His eyes are cold, assessing, and I feel stripped bare under his clinical gaze.
"Ava Grey," he says, no longer even pretending to look at my chart. His tone is cold. He's a frigid man of ice, and I want to take a pickaxe to chip him into tiny little ice pieces that I throw into the toilet.
I straighten my back as best I can around the pain, lifting my chin as high as it can go with the bandages and pain. I refuse to be looked down on by so asshole with a superiority complex.
I had that enough from my own pack!
His lip curls into a slight sneer. "Let's get one thing straight—you're getting far more care and attention than you deserve, but you're stable, and you'll be on your way to recovery soon enough. You can thank for that later."
I shoot Vanessa an incredulous glance, and she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Yeah. That's what I thought.
He's just taking the credit for all the work she's put in. I can rember, now, her soft voice just before I lost consciousness. She was in the car with , wasn't she? Where was this guy? Probably at ho, drinking so wine and browsing so sort of dical journal.
He looks at Vanessa too, but his face is full of disdain. "Honestly, I don't know why we're wasting resources on a Blackwood mutt."
The insult stings, but I force myself to keep my expression neutral. I won't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
Turning back to , he levels with a scrutinizing stare. "Tell , are you a shifter or a human? Your scent varies too much for to be certain."
I hate having to tell him anything, but he is the doctor providing care, so I answer. Reluctantly, and only with the partial truth. "I'm unable to shift."
His lip curls in a sneer of disgust, and he shakes his head. "Figures. A human pet. One of the Blackwood Alpha's play toys, I bet."
"That's enough, Dr. Ellison," Vanessa interjects, professional despite the ice lining her words. "I won't have you speaking to my patient that way."
He waves a dismissive hand at her. "Save your fake niceties for soone who cares, Vanessa. This one isn't worth the effort. Miss Grey, you'll be just fine. Antibiotics, pain ds. That's all you need.
Broth if you're hungry. Now, if you'll excuse , I have an actual job to do."
Anger flushes Vanessa's cheeks bright red as Dr. Ellison walks away. Her hands are clenched into fists at her sides. If life was a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears.
It warms my heart with a feeling that's a little ticklish and uncomfortable, like a wool blanket. Comfortable and cozy, until the itch begins.
Vanessa takes a deep breath before turning to face , an apologetic look on her face.
"Ava, I'm so sorry. His behavior was completely unacceptable. I'm going to report him to Alpha Lucas imdiately. I can guarantee you that kind of disrespect and cruelty won't be tolerated."
My heart sinks at the thought of causing any more trouble or conflict. I've already put Lucas and his pack through so much just by existing. The last thing I want is to be a burden or a source of drama.
Reaching out, I grab Vanessa's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, don't report him on my account. I don't want to cause any more friction or problems."
Vanessa's brow furrows, and she looks at with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Ava, why wouldn't you want to stand up for yourself? You have Alpha Lucas on your side now. He'll make sure you're treated with the respect you deserve."
Her words catch off guard, and I find myself at a loss for how to respond. It's true that Lucas risked everything to rescue from the Blackwood Pack, but aside from feeling imnse gratitude, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about him.
Does him saving really change the dynamic between us? He made it clear at the Lunar Gala that he wanted nothing to do with . And even if he's had a change of heart, I'm still just . An outcast in my own pack. A shifter who can't shift.
It feels like a lifeti ago now that he was trying to reconnect with in Cedarwood. I hadn't been ready for that then, either. Full of suspicion, which seems to be my default.
The logic of my own reasoning rings false now. It makes no sense at all. Lucas went to incredible lengths to get out of that hellish situation. He put his own life on the line for . He lost one of his n to rescue . Surely that has to an sothing.
It isn't that his rejection should be erased, but—
He's been apologizing since he found in Cedarwood.
Is it okay to take his change of heart at face value?
Not necessarily to accept it all and walk into this connection without a second thought, but to give him a chance at starting over?
And yet my paranoia simrs beneath it all, questioning why he would change. Why, for soone like ?
After a lifeti of being treated like a burden, like a source of embarrassnt and sha, it's hard to shake those deeply ingrained feelings of unworthiness.
I look up at Vanessa, searching for the right words to explain the tangled ss of emotions swirling inside . "I don't know," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
Vanessa's worry is present in her knitted brows and pursed lips. "I'll suggest therapy along with your physical injuries. I'm sure there's a lot you aren't telling . Having no ability to shift in a pack like Blackwood must have been…" Her voice trails off. "Well, we have so great therapists. No one like Dr.
Ellison, and I'm sure he won't be here much longer once Alpha Lucas hears about this."
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