Alpha Drake
Wondering, he hugs her back, then slightly push her away and walks towards Emily.
“How is she, Millie?” he asked coldly.
“She’s critical, alpha….” Millie answered.
Drake pulled out the antidote in his pocket and handed it to Millie. “Is this the antidote for the poison? We met some rouges upon rushing to the royal house.”
Millie checked the antidote, but her forehead knitted and rushed towards the alpha.
“Alpha! Alpha!” she called. “The antidote is not real! It was a fake antidote!” she informed.