Fear Of Losing Her

ALPHA RAGAS’ POV

For the first time in years, I had cried. I couldn't stop the tears. They kept on flowing like rivers, and my heart was broken anew.

Why was I crying? Tears and men didn't go along, but it seemed like I had transformed into a woman that night. I barely made it into my motel room before the tears began to crash like the waves of the sea.

I sat in front of the little bed, and my tears ceased to stop. As usual, I drank myself to stupor, and passed out drunk.

The next morning, I had a hangover that threatened to end me, but even with that terrible hangover, I still found myself asking the female receptionist if Tristan brought ladies in.

I needed something on him.

Subconsciously, my steps retraced their way to Athena's Palace, and I watched the guards do their jobs. I stayed there for a long time, and it was late in the afternoon when Athena came out. She took her hair out of the ponytail it was in, and it tumbled down around her shoulders in

waves.

She wasn't with A