The Alpha's Miss Wrong
she hummed, “you’ll need it for your patient, he’s not the nicest or friendliest, but I believe you’ll be able to handle him.”
I followed her out of the room and across the hallway, her hand resting on the door knob she spoke, “Demons are unlike the rest of us supernatural’s, they barely have any human qualities,” she sighed, “he is everything to me, I just want him alive, I know you can’t change what has already been done, but,” she swallowed, “he needs to be comfortable and alive.”
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