“Sit down,” Ryan says, and I obey him, not just because he’s my alpha, but because I’m too tired to resist. I haven’t slept since my disastrous second date with Isabel.
Ryan takes a seat across from me at his desk and stares into my eyes.
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks. I know.”
“Are you having trouble sleeping?” he asks.
“Yeah. Just a lot on my mind,” I shrug.
“I know the feeling. These rogues have been driving me crazy. I can’t function knowing they’re nearby. It’s like I can feel them watching me,” he says with a shiver.
I want to tell him to stop exaggerating, stop making up imaginary threats to our way of life, but I don’t have the guts.
It’s a problem I’m struggling with in all areas of my life right now.
“I wouldn’t worry too much. Our patrols are going like clockwork, a
