Chapter 4

“Well?” he asked.

Verity shot him a look, and I gasped, surprised that she would dare to subject her alpha to such disrespect. I waited for the explosion, the verbal and physical reprimand, but Trey just rolled his eyes and waved her off.

“I need to discuss things with my patient, not you,” she said, a snap to her voice. Trey huffed, but didn’t move.

“It’s okay,” I murmured. “He can stay.”

Verity’s eyes narrowed as she studied me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, touched that she would care about my feelings over the alpha’s. It was odd, to be sure, but I was glad for it.

“Physically, you’re well.” She squinted again. “A little undernourished, but not to any worrying degree. You need to eat more.”

I didn’t say anything. How could I explain the rationing my father had insisted on, sure that was a way to toughen me up? If I couldn’t fight to get enough food, then I didn’t deserve it.

“But he’s not sick? Nothing contagious?”