61: Wrathful

Rune’s POV

I woke up groggy, my head pounding and my limbs heavy, as if they were weighed down by lead. Everything felt disjointed, like I was floating between reality and some dark, drug-induced haze. My mind was sluggish, struggling to piece together what had happened.

I blinked slowly, my vision blurred and unfocused, trying to shake off the fog that clouded my thoughts. But then I became aware of something—no, someone—heavy on top of me.

The weight pressed down on my chest, and for a fleeting moment, a small, almost wistful smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I thought it was Alora’s soft curves molding against me.

It was rare for me to hold her after a night of rough, punishing sex, but perhaps this could be a new beginning, something softer between us.

But as quickly as that thought came, it was washed away by a wave of anger. I remembered seeing her with Dylan earlier, chatting, smiling, and laughing in a way I hadn’t seen in so long.

A possessive fury had ignit