Author's note: this chapter is from Lazarus's point of view
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I got up from the bed with the first morning rays of the sun, and I'm quite confident I didn't sleep at all.
The lack of sleep is usually not a problem, I can go days without it, but this time it was different.
Spending the night in the guest bedroom of Aldus's villa was torturous. I couldn't find a comfortable position or calm down my beast who screamed for Seraphina's proximity.
Not having her nearby helped control my urges a bit, but it didn't suppress them fully. I was aroused and rock hard for most of the night and by morning my cock throbbed painfully.
What is wrong with me?
I saw an ocean of attractive girls and held in my arms more than I can remember, but I never had this insatiable need to possess a female. And it's ridiculous because I know that Aldus is right, Seraphina is not my mate.
