𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐

Chapter |1| The Mate Of My Nightmares

L O L A ' S P. O. V

Red gleaming orbs, watching me with such a morbid fascination that I couldn't help but stare back.

That was what I saw in my dreams. In my nightmares.

Those were the exact picture that stalked me through my sleep, and into the bright youthful morning glow. I thought nothing much of it. I had always had, weird strange dreams that I sometimes believed to be premonitions of the future.

However this...was not just a premonition, this was truth.

I stayed content, submerged in the thick veil of smoky darkness that engulfed me. I didn't know how long I had been here, didn't remember how I ended up in this void. Yet, here I was.

Floating. Free of life, of worry and problems and stress.

Then I felt it. A sort of dampness, a lick of vast cold that was enough to pull the dark away. Suddenly, the fog was clearing up. Light was piercing through, blinding me with its harshness.

I clung tightly to the darkness, hoping it would take me away with it. I wasn't ready yet, I wanted more time here. By myself.

"It's time." That tiny voice inside my head whispered. "It's finally time to meet him." My wolf howled, and I shook my head ferociously.

She may have been ready to yield to her gift from the moon, but I would bow down to the vicious king. I would never submit to my mate.

***

"Lola! Lola! Darling, please wake up! Lola," My mother's desperate pleas wrenched me back into reality.

I shot up, coughing harshly with such force that my entire body stung. I felt her hand on my back, rubbing it and soothing me. Felt the cold wetness seeping out from the rag still pressed against my forehead.

My body was smooshed into one side of the musty old couch, my dad refused to throw out, my legs thrown over the side. A scent drifted into the room. It was masterful, delicate, intoxicating.

I found my eyes drifting rapidly around the room, searching for the source. They settled on a man, a towering giant that almost stood at seven foot.

His hair was mused in dark raven tousles and his lips were pouted, with his fragmented amber eyes omitting a sort of smouldering intensity I couldn't shy away from. A jagged scar ran down the length of his cheek and yet did nothing to destroy the imbalance of his ragged handsomeness and perfect nature of his beauty. The scar invoked a strange sense of involuntary anger inside of me.

"Lols," A familiar face rushed into my view. Adam, my boyfriend, was now sporting an ugly bruise under his left eye, his lips swollen and crusted with blood.

Normally, he was a sight to be graced with. Naturally blessed with thick blond hair that fell to his shoulders and baby blue eyes that made your heart clench. However, now, he looked more like the walking dead than anything else.

Taking my hand, he squeezed it. "Baby, are you okay?"

Before I could reply, a snarl ripped through the air. One I had most definitely heard before. I found myself once again drawn to the giant, who eyes gleamed bright red.