Chapter 434: Gifted To The Alpha {2}
AN: Song For The Background ~ There’s A Ghost By Fleurie
DACE
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The moonlight slipped in from the windows just above her bed, the short light curtain dancing in rhythm with the wind. She’s out like a damn log and the comforter barely covers her body. I think she was too angry to take note that she actually wore my shirt because that alone could explain why she didn’t cut it or burn it. My lips twitched in a smile just at the thought then a frown found my features.
Here I was sitting like a creep and watching her sleep as casually as taking an evening stroll and I wasn’t the least bothered about it. What got
bothered were her actions, she got angry to the point she slapped
across my fucking face. Twice. I’m certain my n around were expecting
to be lethal after what she did but I remained collected and calm, I don’t fucking care she slapped , believe , but I’m more worried about why she looked
in the eye like I just broke her trust or sothing.
I never told her to trust
and she never should, maybe our little eting at the waterfront made her think otherwise, well I will admit there was so connection to a point but then I rembered the reason for it all, the reason why she could be my very nesis, it’s best to keep your enemies close especially one such as mysterious a this and tempting.
Knowing she was a hybrid was just a simple hunch and it proved right by Luthers and her reaction when I said it. I leaned further into the couch and spread my legs to get comfortable.
A Hybrid huh? Was she changed to a vampire when she was a witch? Well, I never heard of such cases like that, and probably that there is no way to turn a witch or am I wrong? I don’t know much about the witch society and as much as I hate it I need to dive further, the further I dive the more I get to know why Emma is connected to that night five years ago.
She might have just drunk-said it and it ant nothing... a part of my brain thought that and the other part kept replaying every emotion that sparked in her eyes anyti I did so things and when she looked at .
’I’m still your pawn’
I winced at the thought of her words, it brought an ache to my chest that I refuse to acknowledge, I haven’t used her in any way... I just played the part I needed at the mont to get under Luther’s skin. What happened on our outing was a mutual understanding of the desire we feel towards each other and I didn’t take advantage of it, I was willing to stop if she said the words but she didn’t.
Then why the fuck was she angry?
Because of what I said about her being gifted to ? Did I take it too far?
With each thought I grind my molars so hard that a growl almost escapes , I just can’t with this... all these thoughts ssing with my head.
"N-No"
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It was just a whisper, barely, but I heard it loud and clear. Emma’s peaceful features were now caught up in a deep frown, looking almost painful. "Please" she murmured and that got
up on my feet silently walking to her bed and tilting my head to the side.
She waved her head back and forth slowly, her chest rising and falling heavily.
Is she having a nightmare?
I sat on the bed watching as her hands gripped her chest like there was so sort of invisible pain there, and then the other moved to grip the left side of her stomach in a painful grip, she hissed and groaned holding so tight like she would rip the skin off herself.
"No!" her voice got louder and I could no longer watch... she had to be awake or else she might hurt herself. Why does that bother ?
"Emma" I tapped her cheek lightly. Ignoring how soft they were, how her hair caressed my hand and the need to dig through them and grip them.
Her eyes squeezed and then she sighed, her eyes half opening, I couldn’t tell if she was still asleep or awake, she still held her side but not in a death grip.
"Dace"
My entire body went numb and I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t hearing or seeing things right now.
She said my na. She said my na. She said my na.
"Here you are in my dreams again"
Whatever I was about to say ca to a halt, she thinks I’m a dream, just like last ti she thought she was fantasizing about
when I was actually the one that carried her drunk ass back to the mansion and told Singe not to say a word about it.
"Do you dream a lot about ?" I was intrigued now.
She smiled, not those carefully animated ones, a very genuine one like that day. The very one that got
numb and awe-struck, how her sleepy eyes highlight along with it and how her cheeks got fuller and puffy.
"This version of you sotis" Her voice was sweeter and softer than the nacing one she always directed at
so I guess I was a different version in her dreams?
"What other versions did you dream about?"
Her eyes saddened and a feeling of regret found
because the hint of fear I saw was unnerving, snapping
back to reality and making this faint dream dissolve.
"You don’t have to talk about it" I dismissed.
"It hurts," she murmured.
"What hurts? Your chest?"
She shook her head and I narrowed my eyes, moving them to where her hand was still tightly gripped and I got the answer to my question.
"Can I see what makes you hurt?"
"I-I can’t"
"Why?"
"B-Because you can’t"
"Can’t what?"
She went silent and sothing told
this was the line I shouldn’t cross no matter how tempted I was to do so. I always push and push to the point where I know I can get under her skin and get a reaction from her. But right now with the level of vulnerability in her eyes, I can’t.
It’s odd... having a restraint for sothing, everything is an impulse for
but sothing... I don’t know what makes
have that fragnt right now.
I inhaled. "I won’t ask, when you’re ready you tell " With each word I frowned at myself, because this is not my usual way. I’m fucked!
"Close your eyes and sleep now"
She shook her head. "The demons will co back"
I couldn’t fight the smile this ti. "I told you I will burn them all. Now sleep baby girl and let your demons burn"
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