Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Chapter 52
“What are you doing?!” I ask
Ezra.
Again I am in the white
room and again can’t move.
He traces a hand down my
cheeks, neck, and shoulders, then takes my arm and gets close. He starts caressing my skin with his lips as his eyes
stare into mine. I am sure
this “Dream Ezra” is trying to
get a reaction out of me.
“How does this feel? I can see
your skin likes it.” He says.
I roll my eyes. “It is all in my
head. You are not real.”
“How sure are you about
that?”
“Very. My mind is just
conflicted.”
“How so?”
“I hate you for what you
did
and I want to kill you so
much but…”
“But?”
“I am not so sure I am
capable of such violence. As
much as I want to rip you
apart…will I be able to if you
were really in front of me?”
“Well…I AM right in front of
you.”
“No, you are not.”
He smiles. “Let’s test it then.
He lifts the palm of my hand up towards him with one
hand and then holds his
other hand up where a pin needle appears out of thin
air.
“Guess that is proof enough.”
I say.
“Is it?” He asks.
“Yeah, things don’t appear
from nowhere in the real
world. This is a dream.”
“You are correct…” He says as he gets the pin needle close to my finger. “This is a
dream realm…” The needle
touches the tip of my finger and I can feel the pain of the
prick. “…but we are very real.”
He says.
I suddenly wake up and immediately hold my hand up, feeling just a bit of pain. My brows come together in confusion as I inspect the skin on my finger. To my
surprise, there is a tiny dot of
blood.
“No…am I going crazy?
How?… This…this can’t be
real.”
I look at my finger again. The tiny little prick is pink and it’s not healing.
I suddenly feel fear. I look around my room which is lit by the small lamp on my night table I left on before I fell asleep. The light is dim, just enough to light my bed area but the rest of the room
is dark and covered with
shadows.
I don’t think I can do this. I
don’t want to sleep without Colt anymore.
I sit up on the side of the bed ready to head out and find
Colt in his room but as I rise
to my feet, a shadow from
the corner of the room
moves. At first, I believed that my eyes were playing
tricks on me when I saw the
silhouette of a man but the
moment it lunged at me, I knew it was not in my head.
My b*dy reacts on its own and I immediately slide
back, hitting the bed and
rolling back over it but
through all this, I can see a man now clearly. An
unknown man and as I roll
through the bed, he stabs the bed with a knife trying to get to me. I hit the ground on
the other side of the bed and
also hit the table, knocking the lamp down.
“SERGE!” I scream.
The man jumps over the bed swinging his knife left to right over and over while I keep clumsily backing up
and stumbling on the floor.
“Stop!” I scream at the man
as I try to look into his eyes,
trying to use my power on
him but it is too dark and I
am too frantic.
My hands touch the cold steel of the lamp and I immediately grab it and swing it at the man, hitting him on the head. It staggers him and gives me enough moment to run past him
towards the open door
where Serge is already
dashing in and taking the
assassin down.
The man screams and I can
hear a bone break when
Serge holds the man’s arm
back while his other hand
holds the assassin’s head down on the ground.
Footsteps echo through the hall as guards flood into my room. Serge immediately
hands the intruder to the
guards and quickly comes to tend to me.
“Are you hurt!?” He asks with
urgency.
I shake my head. “No-”
“You are!” He declares.
“What?” He wipes my face
and I see blood stain his
hand.
I touch my cheek where I
have a cut.
“Oh!”
He takes one of the bed
sheets and rips it, then holds the makeshift rag against my
cheek.
I take it from him and then
he starts to look around the
room. He zones in on the
balcony door. It is open.
I bite my lip cursing inwardly because, despite
Colt’s constant warnings to lock it at night, I left it
unlocked.
While Serge inspects the door, Colt suddenly runs in
and takes me in his arms.
When his b*dy encases me, I stop shaking and I hadn’t
even noticed that I was
shaking until now.
“Are you okay!? Let me see.‘
“I’m…I’m okay…”
A few minutes later, we are gathered in Warrick’s office. Colt was also attacked and I
am sure that the same plan was meant for Warrick but
he was having a meeting
with a few of his men so the
assassin was not lucky
enough to get close.
“Explain yourself!” Warrick shouts at Serge. “How did he get so close to her?! Why the hell do I even have you watching her?!”
“I–I sensed nothing, Alpha.”
I nod. “He is right. There was
no scent or at least I can’t
remember of one.”
The man really smelled like nothing which is strange
because everything has a
scent.
Colt nods too. “The only
reason I noticed the assassin
that came for me was
because I was already awake.
I couldn’t sleep.
Otherwise…he probably could have gotten me.”
“Same with me. I don’t think
Serge has any fault here.
How did these assassins even
get inside the pack and walk
through the house without being noticed?” I ask.
Warrick looks at Beck and
Garret who took the
assassins to the dungeons and inspected them.
They both nod. “These men
were covered in an oily
substance that had no smell
at all.” Garret says.
Beck crosses his arms and
also nods. “I can only assume
that it is what was blocking
their scent.”
I stare at Warrick. “Can we
take this assassin threat a bit
more seriously now?”
Warrick looks at Garret
without responding. “Get
everything you can from
them and then end them.”
I hear Colt take in a deep
breath before he speaks.
“These are not real assassins.
They are men from my
pack. I recognize them.”
Warrick stares at him waiting
for more information but
none comes.
“And this matters to me
why?” Warrick asks.
Colt clarifies. “My point
is…they are being ordered to
do this but the one that
attacked me hesitated. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.
could see that he didn’t want
to do it.”
“And again, why does that
matter to me? They still attempted it.” Warrick says.
“It matters to me because
these are my men. Ordered to do something by their supposed Alpha. It is not
their fault. These men have
families.”
“That is all irrelevant to me
and you…” Warrick looks at
1. me. “You need to train more.
That should not have
happend.” He points to my cheek where there is only a smudge of blood now since
the wound is almost now
closed.
I agree with him, I know he is right. Panic is my number one enemy. I need to train more in both my fighting
and my power. I need to
learn to react instead of
panicking.
“Starting tomorrow you will be training with Victor
nonstop.”
“What about training my
power?”
“That can wait. You are
having far more trouble than
you should with it so let’s focus on learning how to
defend yourself for now. We
can do a bit of training on the weekends for your power but you need to learn the
basics first and that is
learning how to fight and how to react to danger.”
I nod and don’t argue.
As Warrick continues to
speak, I slowly creep next to Colt who has been standing a bit further away from me
because Oliver is in the
room.
“I am not sleeping by myself tonight.” I whisper to him. “I can’t. I need you.”
His beautiful green eyes always give me butterflies
when he stares at me with
that intense gaze. “I wasn’t planning on leaving you alone.” He says. He doesn’t
smile. Lately, I have noticed that he is bothered by something but he won’t speak of it. I can only assume
it is because of all this
situation but I am not sure.
When we finally head back
to our rooms, I make sure to
follow Colt to his but still
being discreet. I also tell
Serge that I can’t have him
waiting outside of Colt’s
room cause it would be too
obvious.
The moment we lie on the
bed, Colt wraps me in his arms. We don’t speak a single word. I take his presence in
and that is all I need to make
me drift into deep slumber.
When those glowing white walls meet my sight, that is
when I realize how screwed I
1. am. With what had
happened, I forgot about Ezra and this place.
“No…no!”
Ezra smiles. “Seems you’ve
finally figured it out.”
“This is real!”
He now has a grin. “Yes, my sweet Casseopea. Judging by the fact that you are here
now, my men must have failed. And to be honest, I
am actually quite glad. I
realized how much I want to
savor you first.”
“Let me go! Ezra! Let me go!”
He takes out a knife and presses the tip of it against my neck. Slowly, he slides it down my collarbone.
“You have no power here.”
He says. “Those pretty eyes of yours won’t work here.
Only pain and pleasure
thrive in this place and right
now…I think I’ll choose
pleasure.” His eyes slide down my b*dy and then
with a flick of his hand, the knife cuts the slim strap of my tanktop.
As much as I try to move, I can’t. My b*dy is paralyzed.
All I can move are my mouth and eyes.
His eyes suddenly darken
and a fire burns in them. He
throws the knife across the
room and then putting a knee in between my legs, he
lies over me.
I hate that his eyes remind me of Colt. I hate that they
have the same color.
“How are you doing this?
How is this really
happening?”
“With…” His voice is
breathless and as he says this
he stares at my lips. “…the help of a friend.”
His lips touch mine. I can
feel it all as if we were really together.
His hand slides up my b*dy
and then he presses them against my breasts.
I unwillingly moan and I hate it. I feel disgusted.
He deepens the k*ss and I
know that all I can do to
defend myself is to bite him
but before I can, he ends the
k*ss.
Leaning a bit back, he slides his hands down and starts to
undo my pants.
Pain and pleasure. That’s
what he said. He said that
pain and pleasure are what
thrive here. And I know! I
know why he said he didn’t
want to use pain now.
Because…that is my way out.
When he pricked me with
that needle before, I immediately woke up.
“You know what it’s sad?” I
ask and it gets his attention
but he doesn’t stop messing with my clothes.
“I am sure you are about to
tell me.”
“I was yours once. You had
me and I could have loved
you…so much.”
I know this affects him
because he stops. He stares at me and stops what he is
doing.
“I would have willingly given myself to you if you would have just…given me a chance all those years ago. But look
at us now…look at what you
have resorted to.”
His facial muscles harden
and his jaw clenches.
“You…you should have been mine!” He grabs my shirt with both hands and rips it.
“That will never happen!” I
shout and then do the only thing I can think of. I bite
my tongue as hard as I can.
I lift up from the bed, screaming with the taste of blood in my mouth.