“We’ll begin with you, Alpha Zayn,” Alva said, her tone clinical as she gestured toward the adjacent room. “It shouldn’t take long.”
Lily watched as Zayn’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like being told what to do, especially by a human he’d just met. Still, he nodded curtly and followed Alva into the examination room.
As per Alva’s request, they’d set up one of the spare guest rooms as the examination room in the packhouse. This gave Zayn and Lily more privacy, away from gossip and prying eyes.
“Please remove your shirt,” Alva instructed.
Zayn clenched his jaw. His wolf didn’t like Alva from the moment they met and wasn’t willing to comply. Still, he did as she asked.
His torso was littered with scars, reminders of the torture he’d endured during his enslavement. Alva’s eyes scanned carefully, her expression unchanged.
“Lie down,” she said, pointing to the examination table.
Zayn’s muscles tensed as she began her examination.
