Alpha Damon's Greatest Regret

Damon’s pov.

I went back to sleep instantly after I had thought about the dream.

I didn’t want to think much about it because it could just make me regret my life, regret everything that had happened.

I rubbed my face and got ready for the day.

Thankfully the pills hadn’t worked more than making me feel dizzy.

I could still feel the dream—Zarah laughing, our son cuddling in my arms, and the abrupt darkness that engulfed them.

Rubbing my hands over my face I forced myself to stand. That had seemed so real Too genuine. More than the memory hurting my heart, a piercing thought took root in my chest.

I would track them down. I knew that something was wrong but if someone had handed them someplace, I would have rescued them and set the place on fire these were just mere assumptions though and I prayed that it didn’t happen.

I exhaled slowly and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Even though my fatigue from the previous evening had subsided I could still taste whatever Trixie had added to my drink.

I had no time to waste but my body needed to heal.

I got up undressed and made my way to the restroom. As I stepped under the shower’s hot spray, steam rose all around me. My muscles relaxed due to the heat which also removed the lingering effects of my sleep.