The Alpha's Bloodline [Completed ]

Chapter 31. You're A Hallucination.

(10 minutes later after Cassian revived Carla and went back to sleep on Anthony's bed)

● Anthony's POV ●

My eyes snaps open and I jerk up from my sleep as the nightmare of Carla slicing the dagger through her neck haunts me again.

Instinctively, I glance towards her coffin only to find it open. Oh God.

With my heart in my throat, I stand up and approached the coffin.

Carla was still in there peaceful—

My breath gets caught in my lungs when those grey eyes suddenly flutter open.

I'm hallucinating again.

These hallucinations are like flames to my dying soul. It makes me miss her even more. And somehow, I still relish in the feeling. It's like knowing cigarette could kill you and yet you consume it because it gives you relief for those few moments.

Carla breathes heavily, her chest rising and falling, her lips shutting and opening, a trickle of sweat drips down her forehead to the side of her face. I watch in complete awe. Mesmerized by everything that makes her her.

Damn. How did this turn from being a nightmare to a beautiful dream?

When Carla's eyes meet mine, they widen for a fraction second before a lovely smile stretches on her lips. I stop breathing.

Geziore. Why does this feel so real? Alana koi?! (Just why)

I bring my trembling hand forward and tuck a strand of her hair behind her round ear.

"I love you. I know you don't believe me but I do love you." I murmur staring down at her.

She simply stares back and then very softly says, "It's not that I don't believe you. I just choose to think otherwise because I didn't want to believe you."

I blink. And then blink again. And then again.

Never in my dreams or hallucinations had she ever spoken.

"You feel so real. . ." I mumble under my breath.

At that, she rolls her eyes. She rolls her eyes?!

Oh my God, I'm really losing it.

I get up from the floor shaking terribly.

"Why do you feel so real? I. . .fuck." The tears which had become my daily companion for the last few days start overflowing again.

"Anthony. . ." Carla gets up from the coffin.

"No. No. No." I cry out desperately, "I can't do this. I just can't."

Seeing her like this, walking and talking, and knowing that it isn't true is hurting everything in my being.

Where did everyone go?! They should wake me up already. I can't take this anymore—

Suddenly, I'm jerked by my shoulders. I'm staring into Carla's alarmed eyes as panic overfloads me.

"Gosh, you're trembling." She says glancing me from head to toe, "I swear I'm not a ghost." She assures but that doesn't stop my shaking state.

It worsens it.

Her being this close to me feels so real that it's making me paranoid. I want to believe it's true so bad but it isn't. And it's hurting me so fucking much.

The next moment, I'm pulled into a warm embrace and Carla's arms wrap around my torso.

I freeze.