Alpha Nikolai
She had already left before I woke up. The tray that I thought she would take with her was still on the table. I sat up, my legs curled up together while I looked at the window. The sun had reflected through it, almost reaching my bed.
I could recall everything that happened between us last night, and I'm sure she must be feeling insane right now. I don't blame myself because that was what I wanted—to have her on my bed, to make out with her, and to see if I would be able to recall her, at least.
The last statement she made before getting out of bed made me believe that we were truly a couple, but I foolishly had no memories of her now. She sounded heartbroken, and I would blame myself for making her that way.
I was half asleep at that time, but when I peeped to see her s
