Alexander’s POV
The sound of tires coming up the road toward the packhouse interrupted my sleep.
I am disoriented by my surroundings. I had fallen asleep in my office. I turned to the clock against the wall, reading the time, just after 5 a.m. A yawn escaped my lips. We had a long night interrogating the rogues.
Not that sleep should bother me. I rarely ever sleep. Another yawn escaped my lips. I got up and made my way up to my quarters. It was on the fifth floor.
I eyed the stairs, not really in the mood to climb them. But what needs to be done, needs to be done. I had to get myself freshened up.
I got out of the shower and took a peek out the window.
Two black SUVs were parked in front of the packing house, and I could see that the Omegas were busy unpacking the vehicles. I gues
