Stacy saw him at the nurse’s station two days later.
Her heart betrayed her first. It did that now- beat faster, then heavier, as if it recognized him before she even did.
Kalil stood by the monitor, brows furrowed, giving quiet orders to a junior doctor. His voice was calm. Focused. Unbothered.
Like he hadn’t whispered Stay away from me in an elevator with his fingers barely brushing hers.
Stacy exhaled and turned the other way.
She took the back hallway to avoid walking past him, gripping her clipboard tighter. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not with the dream still so vivid in her mind. Not with the feeling of his touch burning on her skin even days later.
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And definitely not with how her body wanted that dream to be real.
So, she stayed busy. Cold. Distant.
She left the break room when he walked in.
She nodded curtly when he asked questions in rounds.
She smiled more at Matthew’s texts.
Kalil noticed.
He noticed everything.
The way her laugh with other interns rang louder.
The way she stood further away in briefing meetings.
The way she didn’t look at him anymore. Not really.
And it drove him mad.
Not in a possessive way.
In a what the hell is this feeling way.
He found himself walking into rooms just to see if she was in them. He watched her laugh with the pediatric nurse and felt something animal and ugly stir beneath his ribs. Her scent lingered longer in the air these days. Or maybe he was just craving it now.
His wolf didn’t understand the distance.
His human half understood all too well.
He’d warned her. Pushed her away.
And now he was the one watching her disappear.
Later that night, Kalil sat in the on-call room alone, a file open in front of him and completely unread.
A knock.
He looked up sharply—but it wasn’t her.
Just a nurse needing a signature.
He sighed, rubbed his temples.
She’s just a human, he reminded himself. A girl. A student.
But his wolf whispered something different: She’s yours.
