"Get out!" The scream tore from her throat, raw with devastation and despair. "The biggest regret of my entire life is meeting you. Being your Intended Mate!"
Fenris froze where he sat, stunned. His cheek burned. Confusion clouded his eyes. He stayed motionless for several seconds, then something seemed to click into place. His expression smoothed out, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a note of weary resignation: "I know you're angry right now. Your emotions are running high. The healer said you need rest. Calm down first. I'll come see you in a few days."
He stood and turned to leave. At the door, he paused. Looked back at her. His tone was light, almost casual—but threaded with something cold beneath, a hint of Alpha dominance seeping through. "Oh, and that thing you just said? I don't want to hear it again. If I do... I might start to believe you mean it."
He walked out without another glance, pulling the door shut behind him.