Alpha Drake
she answered flatly.
His jaw clenched. “When will she wake up?” Drake raised a brow at her.
“I don’t know yet, Alpha. . .” Millie answered. “She needs to regain her strength and heal her bruises.”
Drake glances at Emily, sleeping in the bed, before turning his eyes to Millie.
“Wake her up,” he ordered coldly. “I will fucking torture her for disobeying my rules. She will regret escaping!” He dangerously said.
Millie gritted her teeth secretly. “I don’t have the power to heal her that fast, Alpha. I’m just a doctor with a stethoscope, not a supernatural healer,” she answered; annoyance was visible in her voice.