"--cannot have my Secretary of the Treasury murder my Secretary of State--"

Hamilton pays no heed to Washington's words, empty as they are. Before he is the Secretary of the Treasury, he is a man, and a mate, and an alpha, and his civilized polish must be destroyed in the wake of such things. Being gripped by the scruff of the neck makes him want to submit, and so does the scent of Washington, the pure-alpha in-charge I-am-your-superior reek, drowning him, the helpless urge to bare his throat and cower --

But he does not want to bare his throat, and he does not want to cower.

And he does not bare his throat. And he does not cower.

When Jefferson shows his face at the door, Hamilton fights with inhuman strength and reaches for the pistol and shoots.

It is not long after that the laudanum is forced upon him -- for there isn't any other way to subdue an alpha in that kind of frenzy.

The note that reaches Burr's home later that day is in Ned's handwriting.

He is alive - alpha frenzy - J. wounded. H at Presidential home. Come if you can. Yr Svt, Edward