Alpha Rylan
I hear Rylan say, before he hangs the phone up.
Malik, as in Alpha Malik, the Alpha of Love? I know very little about him, including his medical knowledge, but I must admit he doesn't seem like the kind of man to know how to diagnose me, or even cure me.
When Rylan walked back into the room, he looked bothered. His hair is more unruly than I am used to. I found out over this past week that he has a habit of running his hand through his hair when he is stressed, to the point where it becomes scattered across his forehead and ears he may not have previously dealt with.
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