A fight with thoughts

Conri's POV

I watched the young men in front of me who trained endlessly. There was a loud growling of them as the sound of scratches filled the air but as I stood with my eyes fixed on the naked werewolves, my mind drifted to Melissa.

Melissa

Yes Melissa.

She was already driving me crazy in a way I couldn't control it.

"You have to let her off your mind, Conri. She belongs to the Alpha and not you" Max said drifting into my thoughts.

I sighed loudly, picked up a stick next to me as I folded my hands behind my back still monitoring the training wolves.

"I wish it's that simple Max but it isn't?"

"How?"

"It just isn't. She gives me this certain feeling I can't explain. I don't understand what's going on, ever since I lost Fonia, my mate years ago, I have never felt this attached to any lady, be it werewolves or humans, no one Max. But with Melissa, it's different. I felt it the first day I set my eyes on her, the first minute my eyes got locked with those magnificent green eyes of hers