Chapter Twenty Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

“Sit down,” Ryan says, and I obey him, not just because he’s my alpha, but because I’m too tired to resist. I haven’t slept since my disastrous second date with Isabel.

Ryan takes a seat across from me at his desk and stares into my eyes.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks. I know.”

“Are you having trouble sleeping?” he asks.

“Yeah. Just a lot on my mind,” I shrug.

“I know the feeling. These rogues have been driving me crazy. I can’t function knowing they’re nearby. It’s like I can feel them watching me,” he says with a shiver.

I want to tell him to stop exaggerating, stop making up imaginary threats to our way of life, but I don’t have the guts.

It’s a problem I’m struggling with in all areas of my life right now.

“I wouldn’t worry too much. Our patrols are going like clockwork, and there haven’t been any new alerts for a few days.”