Zane's POV
Leaning on my wooden desk, I stared at the closing door, where Tessa's figure slowly vanished, wondering how on earth she could have so much effect on me while…
“Did you hear what that b***h said to me?”
I slowly shifted my gaze to Morgan. She was fuming mad. Her cheeks were puffed, her eyes were sending lasers, and she pointed a finger at where Tessa was earlier.
For three years, she stayed in this pack, and I let her. But with all those years, she never had the same effect as Tessa had on me. She couldn't make me feel excited or eager to pull her close to me.
Seeing her only makes me more annoyed than ever.
"Zane! Are you hearing me?" Morgan snapped her fingers at me, looking at me with blame.
"Why are you here?" I impatiently asked before turning around and going back
