Alpha Alexander shot up from the bed, his breathing erratic. Sweat poured down from his body.

The bad dream and memory had his black heart so tight in his chest, he gripped his chest with his hand just to stop the pain. It doesn't work.

It was all fresh in his mind like it happened yesterday....like it happened earlier in the day at the courtroom.

It was too much. It's always been too much.

He closed his eyes against the pain, but there's no escaping a pain of that magnitude.

And the events of the day...wiped away the years. It left the pain naked and raw, they clawed at his...