Chapter 57 Lift Your Ass

• Caleb woke up feeling slightly better than he did the day before. He stretched slowly, wincing from the sharp pain he felt below his stomach. He hissed and sat up, looking around the room and a frown marred his face when he realized he was alone again. He looked toward the side of the bed where Conri should have slept and frowned when he noticed how undisturbed the sheets looked. He didn't need anyone to tell him that Conri did not come home last night. Or maybe he did and picked a different room.
• Reynold had fooled him with the whole Erasthai thing. Feeding his head with dreams of hopelessness. Conri would never make him his Greatest Desire. He had only slept with him because of his Rut, nothing more. And whatever they had done during, was all done in the waves of his Rut. He didn't even come home. Was he repulsed by the thoughts of having sex with him that he would abandon his own bed? Or did he sleep in the arms of another? No! Caleb shook his head as if trying to rid his mind of the thoughts roaming about his head.
• Even the Doctor treated him like he was special. Like the Lycan's Erasthai, and none of that was true. He blinked tears away from his eyes when he remembered the manner in which the doctor tended to him. Just like Reynold had done, the doctor who called himself Creiff, attended to him so carefully as if he were fragile and would break at the slightest touch. 'I'm glad you are back in his life.' The doctor's words lingered in his mind, and he sobbed softly. After wasting a few minutes crying like a loser, he got out of bed and into the bathroom to take care of himself.