Chapter 92- I’m Still Your Alpha
DAMON
I had a hard time falling asleep that night, not that I had anything to think about or whatever. But I guess I had to tell Doctor Grace something else, that the sickness I had might have gotten to a stage where it had become quite difficult for me to sleep. Insomnia was the worst thing that could happen to me and it made my health deteriorate quickly I feared that I might have just limited time on my side before I got to see my son and the woman I had chased out of my life.
The sky was still dark when I woke up the coming morning, the faintest trace of dawn slightly visible on the horizon.
I hadn’t slept much, but that was nothing new. My body, formerly burdened with the weight of the illness, refused to give me the solace of rest. It even got worse when I found it difficult to get out of bed that morning, my muscles protesting in pain, my vision blurry and my head pounding with the strength of a thousand forces.
My thoughts churned relentlessly, wringing and turning until I could no longer separate them from the noise in my head and it made me feel weaker and weaker with each passing second I feared I might collapse if I didn’t hold myself together.
What if a servant had walked in and saw me in this position, the news would go around that the Alpha was barely living and this might bring in rogue attacks
I couldn’t ignore the thoughts, the mad headache. The challenge, the distrust, and words from Mark.
The fear. It was all washing up inside me, hanging to slip over, and I had to keep it contained. For the sake of the pack. For the sake of the future. I exhaled as my stomach rumbled, reminding me of how little I had eaten in the past few days.
I quickly had my bath and wanted for the servant to come in and just as if on cue, I had a knock and a servant came in, bowing low, his eyes refusing to meet mine.