Cecilia
I closed the door behind me with a soft click, my heartbeat quickening.
I approached the large bed, stopping about three feet away, trying my best to appear professionally concerned. "How is your wound, Alpha Sebastian?"
But my question hung in the air, unanswered.
I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do next.
Alpha Sebastian was reading a book, his dark lashes lowered, head bent slightly.
From the moment I knocked until now, he hadn't even glanced up to acknowledge my presence.
About a minute passed in uncomfortable silence.
Finally, his long, pale fingers turned a page with deliberate slowness—the movement oddly graceful—before he spoke. "Cecilia, don't you think your concern comes rather late?"
His voice filled the quiet room—cool, distant, with a
