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Chapter 5 Nightmare

Word Count: 1195    |    Released on: 13/01/2026

l breeze and maybe, to the sound of the crickets. We were far from the pack - very far, and any more steps, we would

w if we went further, right?" My small voi

s bad..." My father complained,

questio

and eyes, the other, black with eyes the same colour as its fur - dark, empty, and devoid of warmth

o the side before he could shift, while the other sneered loudly before m

born to an omega when we see a predatory wolf, but I didn't. Instead, I stretched forth my a

lips and fear made

oudly, my eyes roaming around the unfamiliar space- until it landed on a

horrific dream; the dream that had always tormented

I became f

as given the

everythi

ered again, my vo

lady said, bringing a c

f where I was. The white ceiling, large bed, fluffy

om my waist. A golden gown graced my body. My eyes lifted to meet t

a fast pace. The moment in the branding room hit my mem

th felt constricted, like a huge block was sitting on my chest, while the lady l

y gown. Of course, I know I would probably be in the p

creeping smile grazed the face of t

head lightly. "No...it can't be," I hollered, l

s Alpha

his room," she said, walkin

ro

e maid who took a turn to the right before stopping a

sper, or magic but as I looked behind, the maid was

reak of light seeping through a window,

to be t

large alpha-size bed in the middle, a three-legged table, and of cou

eath

standing from the sofa with a wine glass in his palm. His daunting, precise muscles spread mag

ding a tremor down my spine, before se

e?

the silver affec

thin my ribcage. I took more steps, standin

closed the tiny space between us, snaking his palm around my throat, raising my head. I w

e hurt

't have a wolf." He simmered, his

..." I

asked, his voice low, then his grip loosened, to my surprise. He was act

my collarbone. For some reason, my skin quivered, shaking with unexplainable need.

t, and hips. Kneading, touching, as if memorising the sketch of m

of my gown. I watched as he lay back on the sofa, re

t it to his lips while his gaze still settled on me. I gulped loudly, loosel

dam's apple moved up and down in an in

thin the room, slicing through t

lightly, hoping t

wasn't

an't

repeat my statement

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