"What's going on in here?" Dr. Ana stormed into the waiting room sharp and fast, her cyan ponytail whipping behind her like a flag.
She glared cold and hard at the four alphas standing tense around me, her desert-oasis scent—warm vanilla sands and sun-baked dunes—cutting strong and dominant through all their clashing alpha smells.
"Why are you disturbing my patient in my waiting room? This is no place for your drama."
Alexei snarled deep from his throat, stepping forward with his chest puffed possessive. "She's my sister—this is family business, stay out!"
"Stepsister, you fucking idiot—get it straight for once!" I corrected him hot and loud, my voice cracking raw as fresh tears spilled down my face, my short bob hair sticking damp and messy to my flushed cheeks. "Besides, I will soon leave that wretched family's register."
