Anna's POV
After sobbing into my arms for what feels like forever, Alpha Dylan slowly pulls away, wiping his face dry.
"I'm sorry. I never should have done that," he says.
"You don't have to be. Are you okay?" I ask.
He looks at me, and the expression on his face makes it clear that I’ve just asked a stupid question. Of course he’s not okay.
I’ve never seen a man cry the way he just did—so broken and raw. Before I can stop myself, the words slip from my lips.
"What happened?"
His brow arches, and I immediately regret asking. Is he going to tell me to get lost now?
"It’s Kevin. He’s going to die if I don’t do anything," Dylan says, and just like that, he turns, swings the door to his room open, steps inside, and slams it shut.
But I act before the door can fully close. My hand cat
