POV: Frank
The thing about being Alpha is that you don't get five minutes.
You'd think the job would come with basic amenities. Office hours. A reasonable expectation that when you've just handled a territorial incursion, bled through two shirts, and made a significant life decision regarding a woman who delivers packages for a living, you'd get maybe an hour before the next catastrophe clocked in.
You'd be wrong.
Cole's message came through while we were still in the corridor outside the kitchen. Urgent. En route. Now.
Jake read it over my shoulder.
"Of course," he said.
"Yes."
"I've been awake for twenty-two hours."
"I know."
"I just got back from a night raid."
"I know."
"And instead of sleeping I spent the last forty minutes—"
"Jake."
He stopped.
"I know what you spent t
