Alexander’s Pov
I stirred awake as my eyes tried to adjust to the morning light that peeked through the curtains.
My head throbbed with the remnants of last night’s drinking. I had too much to drink which was unusual. I always controlled my alcohol intake.
But after Ishmael’s visit, I didn’t know what else to do. The same prophecy I had been trying to avert for years still found its way to the future and was about to be fulfilled. And according to Ishmael, there was nothing I could do about it.
“Nonsense,” I spat, but soon my hand came in contact with a body. I hoped it wasn’t one of those nights I had drunk too much and brought in a w***e.
If I did, I hoped I was smart enough to not c*m inside her. I still wasn’t sure if the child that was in the prophecy had been born or would so
