Chapter 2
Verity was a tall woman with steel gray hair and a gentle, but efficient touch. She quickly proceeded with the usual exam, and after fifteen minutes, she said I could put my shirt back on and packed her bag. When she opened the door to the office—where the alpha had led us for some privacy—Trey strode in.
“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 sh
