Caesar pinched between his brows, appearing heavily disturbed. "Something is bothering me."
"Huh?" The doctor, Mr. Dima Pavlovich Abdulov, blinked his light blue eyes, perplexed. "Something is bothering you?" He lifted his head to meet Caesar's gaze.
What exactly could bother a supreme alpha like him?
Caesar walked over to the couch and swung into it with his legs crossed. "Yes. My mate."
"Huh? Is…something wrong with her?" Mr. Dima asked. He was sure he had treated Adeline properly. She should be completely fine by now.
What could be the problem?
Caesar was not responding. Rather, he seemed to be in deep thought. It took a few agonizing seconds of pure silence before he finally spoke and lifted his head to look at him.
"Do you remember what you said about my mix of blood with hers possibly having some kind of potential effect on her?"
