I didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night. But neither did the Alpha. When I got up to get a drink from the kitchen, I saw him standing at the window in the living room, looking out at his pack that was dwindling before his eyes.

"Carter," I said. So he turned around, and I could see the sullen look on his face.

"I can never sleep more than a couple of hours lately." He says.

"I don't blame you. I'd be the same way. That just means that you're a good Alpha who cares ...