CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR.
Alpha D'argan steered on the bed and blinked his eyes open, expecting to see Luna Elvira lying by his side, stark naked, but she wasn't there, much to his dismay. He supported his weight with his left arm on the bed as he tiredly rose from it and a sudden throbbing pain in his head caused him to flinch. He had slept the previous night like a log of wood.
He didn't even have any dream.
"Where is she?" He asked rhetorically as he struggled to step down from the bed. He was feeling his worst that morning. The alcohol he drank before going to bed was taking a toll on his brain and he had slept so much that he felt like his entire system needed to be rebooted.
He put on the pair of flip flops by the side of the bed and got on his feet, staggering towards the bathroom and cursing himself for drinking too much.
He was still unaware of what had taken place the night before.