Chapter TWENTY SEVEN

“You let the pack doctor have her checked up?” Miguel asks in amusement. I just told him what I did and he is hyping unnecessarily. I do that to any of my subjects who are sick. “It’s nothing Miguel, stop trying to make a big deal out of it” “I have to, I thought you wanted her to die, then why did you care?” “I don’t care!” I deny flatly. “Damn! You are stubborn! Why won’t just accept that you care about Reign?” “Because I don’t! Now this topic is dismissed. You can leave” I order and he immediately rises up from the couch with a sickening smile plastered on his face. “I’m proud of you” He says and walks out of my office. I let out a heavy sigh of frustration as I bang my table loudly with my clenched fists. This isn’t going like I planned, I’m not supposed to care for her, I’m not supposed to feel this way about her, what is she doing to me? I hate her for trying to breakdown the walls I’m trying build up in my heart. I hate her for capturing my mind! And I hate her for the fact that