Chapter 112: Unwelcome Instincts

Zarek's POV

I slammed my fist against the control panel, increasing the treadmill's speed to its maximum setting. My feet pounded against the belt, matching the thundering rage in my chest. The hotel's rooftop gym was mercifully empty at this hour, allowing me to vent my frustration without witnesses.

The image of Vander carrying Elara out of the room—her silver hair cascading over his arm, her fa