Chapter 55: He’s Strong
Dr. Albert’s loud growl paused Zenith’s footsteps before he could grab the doorknob, making his chest squeeze tight from a sudden harrowing anxiety inside. His heart ached with throbbing pain, making his glowing red eyes quickly return back to his usual pitch-black color, with a deadpan look of shock apparent on his face.
His long sharp white canines which were almost about to emerge out of his jaws halted midway after hearing that striking declaration. The intense silence that fell inside the room for a few minutes was too stifling for Zenith to bear as if he felt the whole world had paused around him.
However, when he turned his head behind to face Dr. Albert, quite similar to his stunned expression, Dr. Albert didn’t suppress his extremely concerned look this time.
He rather groaned angrily, "If you still don’t give a damn about what happens to that boy, get out, Zenith. I won’t hold you back, because I can’t force my empathy on someone who has willingly chosen to be relentless. So, you can go ahead and leave if you don’t care!"
Even though his growl sounded very intense, Zenith didn’t move a step from his position while he stood frozen. Frowning deeply, he managed to utter a word defeating the choked sensation down his throat, "What? What are you saying? W-Why are you talking that way...about him?"
Dr. Albert exhaled a heavy silence before he glanced at those files on the table once, before coldly averting his gaze back on Zenith when he gritted, "Do you even care what Kylian has been going through right now? Oh, I think I forgot... it’s you, whom we are talking about here.
"In all these years, you might have developed a sick hobby of watching others writhe in misery...but I still expected a bit of empathy from you, Zenith. I know you detest the term ’fated mates’ but it was still necessary to initiate this conversation with you—"
"How am I supposed to know when he hates me so much?"
But interrupting his words this time, Zenith grunted in an impatient tone, while his eyes turned grim. Clenching his jaws hard, he fidgeted a little while approaching back where Dr. Albert stood inside the room when he narrated.
"Since the moment I witnessed his transition, I never wanted to make fun of what he was going through. He sought comfort in my arms, and I did my part sincerely. But deep down I knew once he would regain his consciousness back, he would loathe me the most.
"Our first impression of each other was equally bad, and I was truly irked by his stubborn nature. But I still felt pity to watch him go through the torment all alone. I shot myself with double rut suppressants only so that I would hold myself back from going all the way with him, and it was painful, but I endured it... However, the next day I received his expected hostile reaction, due to which I had to forcefully bring him here by abducting him.