Page 78 of Ava: Part Two

“Who?”

The loud banging on the door made her jump, but she already knew who was on the other side.

“Is your father coming for Parents’ weekend?” Mr Patrick asked.

“Yes,” she answered as the pounding continued.

“Then make sure you both come to see me. I can help you prepare as much as I can,” he said as he walked towards the door and put his hand on it.

He muttered a few words before he opened the door and allowed the very angry Alpha to walk in.

Zeke’s eyes were red as he glared at Mr Patrick before his furious gaze landed on her. He let out a low, hair-raising growl as he came closer. Her heart, which had seemed dead only moments ago, started working overtime. Maybe this was how she died instead.

Chapter 51

Zekewatchedhismatethrough a red haze of his fury.

How could she even sit there as if nothing was wrong? He was in agony. Shadow was in pieces. All because of her. She’d taken his heart and crushed it. Ripped it to shreds like she didn’t give a shit.

Which was now glaringly obvious that she didn’t. She had fought this from day one.

And then, to find her locked in a room with another man was the last straw. What had they even been doing in here?

He refused to acknowledge that Mr Patrick was one of her teachers and there might be an innocent explanation.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” he growled.

He’d still been at the lake when he had felt like something was off. It was surprising that he’d felt anything at all beyond the excruciating pain.

“Nothing,” Ava whispered.

And her fear added insult to his injuries. What did she think he would do to her? What could he possibly do to her that wouldn’t hurt him?

He glared at Mr Patrick, who didn’t look the least bit scared of him. He never did. The man walked back to pick up some papers from the desk and calmly walked back towards him. He should rip the man’s fucking throat out and let him drown in his own blood.

“Get your head right, Mr Michelson. You don’t have time to lick your wounds,” Mr Patrick said before he walked out of the lecture hall.

What the hell did he mean by that? Did he know what was going on?

He turned to follow him but didn’t see him in the hallway. He couldn’t even catch his scent to trace where he had gone.

But Mr Patrick wasn’t his problem, so he turned back to the human still sitting at the bench and gripping the desk. Her knuckles were white, and she was trembling.

Was she really that scared of him?

He didn’t think anything could add to the pain he’d endured all night, but he almost crumpled to his knees.

“Get to class,” he growled. “I’ll pick you up after detention.”

He couldn’t even look at her. Somewhere between her time in Isolation and the picnic, he’d lost her. Fuck.

He turned and stormed out of the room, not caring when he bumped into the people who didn’t get out of his way quickly enough.

Derek and Myles were still waiting outside. Like him, they were not in their uniforms. Though he’d ordered them to go home several times, they had spent the whole night with him. They just watched him. Watched him fall apart. Watched his bond with the human bring him to his knees. Watched a grown man howl in pain over a woman.

“Is she okay?” Derek asked.

He didn’t answer.

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