Alpha Wilson's POV

I was enraged. I wanted to go back into the room and ram my fists into her pregnant belly. She had finally calmed down and slept off but I could still feel myself losing control.

“Shit! Wilson, get a grip on yourself. That is bipolar talk.” I cautioned and forced myself to walk away from the hospital.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I brought it out and saw that I had several missed call notifications, alongside some text messages from Ashley.

I wondered what could be wrong, as she hardly ever needed my help to get anything done. I opened one of the numerous...