Alpha Terrell's POV
Sleep was not happening.
I had established this within four minutes of lying down.
I was on my back staring at the ceiling with my hands folded on my chest like a man laid out for burial, which was exactly how I felt given the evening.
My ears kept doing it without permission.
Straining. Reaching down the corridor toward the room where my mate was currently spending her wedding night with my brother, trying to catch… what, exactly? I didn't know. I told myself I didn't want to know.
My ears disagreed.
What were they doing right now?
Merrick was not - he was not incapable. That was the problem. He was extraordinarily capable, in most areas, and he had a way with people that I had always recognised and never envied until this exact moment in my life. Was he already…
Was she already falling for his seductive charms…
I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes.
Don't.
But the question sat there anyway, waiting. Patient. Merciless.
