“Please wake up.”
Leslee cooed as she caressed Arnold’s cheeks, gently brushing it to make sure that the guy would feel her warm touch.
The man hadn’t woken up after the trial, and they now had to put him in the mansion’s infirmary, placing him on I.V. along with some apparatus so they could monitor his stability.
“Hey Leslee, you got a minute?”
It was Keith who knocked on the door, peaking from outside.
The woman immediately wipes her eyes, then dawns her stern, b***h face before turning to confront the guy.
“What is it?”
She says, raising a brow.
“Have you talked to the alpha lately?”
The young sigma lowered his head, avoiding her gaze as it seem to change into its wolf form.
“I didn’t really have the time to do so. Why?”
Leslee furrowed her brows, almost connecting them with
