Lilith woke from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open. She felt a lingering sensation, a memory that seemed vivid yet out of place. Her heart raced with confusion as she glanced around her room, realising that she was alone.
"Was that my memory?" she pondered silently, her voice laced with uncertainty. The image of Alpha Chul, her mate, laying on her with her long hair caressing his face, had been so clear. But now, in the emptiness of her room, it could only mean that it had been a dream.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice cracked with a broken heart. "Was it all just a dream?" she murmured, her disappointment washing over her. The memory had felt so real, so intimate, and now it was ripped away from her.
Frustration surged through her, overwhelming her senses. She yelled in anguish, throwing her cushion aside and succumbing to a torrent of tears. The weight of confusion and longing pressed upon her, intensifying the pain she felt.
