Alejandro's perpetual scowl had taken on a sharper edge, the Alpha's dark eyes burning with a growing intensity. It never failed to set you and others slightly on edge. He began yelling more, holding a threatening attitude, even believing some of his men were challenging him. But, he had always treated you with the utmost respect regardless of your designation. Maybe that's why you were lulled into a false sense of security when his rut appeared.

The first indication that something was amiss came as you updated Alejandro on supply inventories. His fist kept clenching, along with his jaw as you read out the numbers from the documents. When he scoffed at your recommendations and drew a sardonic smile to his lips, you met his stare quizzically. He seemed to give himself a shake, mumbling a dismissive "Lo siento, continuemos."

Two nights later, the tremors began - faint at first, just the occasional muffled thump filtering through the walls of Alejandro's quarters, right next to yours. Pushing it from your mind, you start falling asleep until an ear-splitting crash rattles your bunk so you can't ignore it any longer. Jumping from bed, you put your ear to the wall, listening to the Spanish cursing. "Este maldito sentimiento, no tengo tiempo para esta mierda."