XARION'S POV
I've been trying to sleep for hours, tossing and turning, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is Megan's face.
So I gave up around 2 AM and dragged myself to my home office, hoping that drowning myself in paperwork would distract me from the chaos in my head.
It hasn't worked.
I'm currently staring at a stack of reports about border security, pack finances, and training schedules, but the words blur together.
I can't focus. Can't think about anything except how I can get to her.
I lean back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands.
This is pathetic.
I'm the Alpha of the Aethonix Pack, and I'm sitting here at 3 AM like some lovesick teenager who can't get over his first heartbreak.
Except Megan isn't my first heartbreak.
She's the only one that matters.
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