The tired Alpha

*Channing's PoV*

The ding of the elevator rang in the entire empty corridor of the bottom floor of the Winterwells pavilion before Channing stepped out. His stubble had grown significantly, which he hadn't shaved in the past four days. Channing had the habit of trimming his beard keeping a little growth, but right now it looked like he was on the way to growing it all out. He looked terrible with having to handle most things in the village on his own. 

The dark circles had started showing up under his eyes and his muscles were sore from the daily training they did.