REIGN'S POV
I don't sleep.
I can't.
Instead, I stand at my bedroom window, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle like some pathetic romance novel cliché, watching the light in Sonya's room stay on until three in the morning.
I know she's thinking about Derek. About his confession. About whether six years of pining is worth more than six days of whatever the hell this thing between us is.
And it's driving me absolutely f*****g insane.
"You're brooding again," Landon says from my doorway. Because apparently, my beta has zero concept of boundaries or appropriate visiting hours.
"Go away, Lan."
"No can do, boss." He walks in uninvited, dropping into one of my leather chairs. "Mrs. Wren called me. Said you and Sonya had a fight after dinner and you looked like you were going to mur
