Alpha Wilson’s POV

I woke up with my head pounding, my throat dry and sore from what I could only guess was a combination of too much alcohol and too many angry words the night before. The sunlight streaming in through the window stabbed at my eyes, making the hangover even worse.

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my temples, trying to piece together everything that had happened.

The last thing I remembered clearly was sitting with Rolan, pouring out my soul like a lost child. I had wept in front of him, letting my frustration and confusion over Kiara spill out in a way I never had before.

The...