The Alpha's Pen Pal
I pressed my body close to his, soaking in his warmth and his presence to soothe my frayed nerves and frazzled mind.
“Okay, Dr. Russo. Go ahead,” Wesley said, his free hand rubbing my back.
Dr. Russo’s deep chuckle rang out of the speaker. “Well, I feel like that was quite a bit of a buildup for me to tell you that Haven is, in fact, just human,” he told us.
I pulled my head back just enough to look up at Wesley. “Told you,” I whispered to him, and I heard Dr. Russo laugh again.