Chapter 57

ALEXIOS
My eyes fluttered open. The room was dark and I was covered in sweat. Turning to my left, I flicked a switch plastered to the wall and the room came alight.
"Another nightmare," I mused as I stepped out of the bed and towards the lounge. On the table was a glass, half full and a jug filled to the brim. I collapsed on a sofa and downed the clear liquid all while wondering why my brain didn't seem to want to let go of the thought of Loretta. We were no longer mates. Rightfully so. And she was gone. Why then was she the one that dominated my thoughts? I wondered... I wondered if I was worried about her safety. I didn't want to dwell in the spiritual affairs of my people but werewolves were fond of believing that dreams happened to be fractures of the future that the goddess shows those that she loves. The dreams... A sex dream... Yet, it felt .ore like a nightmare because there was someone else. A man. I wished my thoughts didn't lean in that direction but they did. I wondered if soon enough, another man would be in Loretta's life. The thought of that almost made me go berserk. I took the jug and poured myself another glass.