Chapter 83 Ava: Dr. Ellison's Disregard

I brace myself as the rude doctor turns his attention fully on me. 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 some 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 me 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 remember, now, her soft voice just before I lost consciousness. She was in the car with me, wasn't she? Where was this guy? Probably at home, drinking some wine and browsing some sort of medical 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."

expression neutral. I won't give him the satisfaction

are you a shifter or a human? Your scent

is the doctor providing care, so I answer. Reluctantly, and only with the partial truth. "I'm unable

of disgust, and he shakes his head. "Figures. A human pet. One of the Blackwood Alpha's play

enough, Dr. Ellison," Vanessa interjects, professional despite the ice lining her words. "I won't have you speaking to my patient that

your fake niceties for someone who cares, Vanessa. This one isn't worth the effort. Miss Grey, you'll be just fine.

if you're hungry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an actual job to

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

little ticklish and uncomfortable, like a wool blanket. Comfortable

to face me, an apologetic look

report him to Alpha Lucas immediately. I can guarantee you that kind of

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 gentle squeeze. "Please, don't report him on my account. I don't want to cause any

furrows, and she looks at me 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

that Lucas risked everything to rescue me from the Blackwood Pack, but aside from feeling immense gratitude, I'm not sure how

between us? He made it clear at the Lunar Gala that he wanted nothing to do with me. And even if he's had a change of heart, I'm still just me. An outcast in my own

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