Morgan’s POV

I was lying in bed, in my dark room with the window closed and curtains drawn tight when I heard a knock on the door. The air reeked of alcohol, sweat, and regret. 

Then came the knock.

I didn’t need to check. I knew who it was. I’d known from the first time he knocked three days ago. And every knock since.

Harry.

This was his third attempt today.

“Alpha,” his voice came from the other side of the door. It sounded tired, angry, and worried. “It’s been three damn ...