The Alphas Prize

Chapter 10: Jealousy - Part 2/3

I kept running as fast as my legs would take me, my lungs were burning, and the air was depleting from me. Finally, I stopped, needing to catch my breath. I looked around me and saw no one and heard nothing. Thinking I was safe for a few moments, I inspected my body, looking for cuts, bruises or anything. I had some bruising throughout my whole body, some cuts and scrapes here and there. But as my hands roamed my body, I felt two puncture marks on the lower part of my neck. It was hard to determine as I couldn't see, but they felt like bite marks. Fuck! What the hell is going on. I stopped my inspection as I heard a branch snap to my right, then my left, I could hear shuffling within the trees, but I couldn't see anything.

"Who's out there?" I shouted into the forest.

No response, but whoever was there was getting closer to me.

"I'm warning you! You are picking a fight with the wrong person." My heart was thumping in my chest now.

Still no response. However, I saw those red, beady eyes lingering within the trees again as I stood there.

"Who the fuck are you? And what do you want from me?"

The figure came out from the shadows. "Who I am, is not important. But who you are, is what's important, and I want...to taste you." He grinned wickedly.

Suddenly, the man leapt forward and once again, the last thing I saw was sharp teeth bearing down on me.

I woke in a panic again, unable to catch my breath, my chest heaving, my heart racing, and soaked in sweat. Why do I keep having this same nightmare? What does it mean? I got out of the bed and went into the bathroom to splash some water on my face, hoping it would help to calm me down.

After finishing, I returned to the bedroom, only to notice that the bed was empty. Where is Cain? I looked around the room and checked the closet, but he was nowhere to be found. That's when I noticed the bedroom door was slightly open, I walked towards it and looked out, but no one was around.

I walked out into the hall, wanting to find Cain. But, after that nightmare, I didn't want to be alone. I looked towards both ends of the hall; both were dark and quiet. However, I could see a dim flicker of light coming from under one of the doors at the end of the hallway on my right. So I started to walk down the hall and towards the light. This place was a bit creepy at night, very dark and way too fucking quiet.

As I neared the door, I got a sense of familiarity, then realized it was Cain's office. So I pushed the door open and peered inside. Cain was sitting in a chair next to the fireplace, and he held a small glass with a brown liquid in one hand.

Cain didn't move or even look my way. "What do you want?" He asked in a semi-slurred voice.

So, he heard my noisy ass, so much for sleuthing, and he has been drinking.

I bit the inside of my lip. "Sorry to bother you. I woke up, and you weren't there; I just wanted to see where you were." I lied, not wanting him to know that I was currently being a big baby.

He wrinkled his nose. "What do you care where I am?" He spat.

Ok, he is drunk and in a pissy mood. Maybe I should just leave before either one of us loses our temper and shit only gets worse.

"I don't care." I huffed and crossed my arms.

"Then why are you here, Freja?" Cain still wasn't looking at me, just staring into his glass.

I threw my hands in the air. "Never mind, forget it. I'm going back to bed." I really didn't want to get into another argument with him; I didn't have the strength for it.

He grunted and stood from his chair. "Wait, I'm sorry. Come join me, please?" Cain was finally looking at me now, and his expression was almost pleading.

I contemplated his offer; as much as I didn't want to, I also could use a drink to settle my nerves.

I pursed my lips. "Fine, only if I can have a drink." I bargained with him.

He pointed towards the wet bar. "Help yourself." Cain then flopped, lazily back in his chair. What is wrong with him?

I walked over to the bar, poured myself a whiskey glass, then walked over and sat in the chair opposite Cain.

Cain stared at me intently for a moment. "Why are you awake?" He asked.

I took a soothing sip of my drink. "Nightmare." I shrugged, not wanting to relive the daunting dream.

He cocked his head. "Do you have them often?"

"Sometimes, but these nightmares have been different," I said truthfully.

His brows scrunched together. "What do you mean different?"

"It's been the same one, pretty much, and they just seem so......real." I stared into my glass, watching the liquid slosh around as I reminisced about the dream.

Cain raised a brow. "What do you mean by real?"

I closed my eyes. "Can we please talk about something else? I'm trying to forget the nightmare, not relive it."

He straightened himself a bit. "No, I want you to tell me why they feel so real, and then we will discuss something different," Cain said in an Alpha tone.

I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily, knowing if I fought against him, it would turn into an argument, and I just didn't have it in me right now to fight with him.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "It doesn't feel like a dream; everything is so vivid and...real. I can't explain it, but the dream feels like a peek into the future." I told him truthfully, it was an odd feeling, but I felt it in my bones.

Cain tore his gaze from mine and looked into the fire, watching intently as the flames danced around. "Perhaps it is. Maybe your seeing into the future to a specific day and time so you know what to do when that time comes." He said in a dark and calm voice.

I drank in his words, their truth hitting me like a punch to the gut. I looked at the floor and slowly nodded my head. "Maybe, I guess only time will tell. Now, why are you in here, at this time of night?" I asked him curiously.

"I couldn't sleep, kept tossing and turning, and I didn't want to wake you, so I came in here," Cain told me as he took another sip of his drink.

I pursed my lips. "Oh, I see. How come you couldn't sleep?"

"Just a lot on my mind." He said in a low tone.

"Like what? Eve?" I asked, with jealously lacing my tone.

Cain snorted. "No, not Eve. I'll take it you heard our conversation earlier? Do I detect a hint of jealously?" He smiled cockily.

I waved him off. "Pfft, jealous? No, I don't think so." Ok, the way I just said that was weird and a little obvious.

He chuckled. "If you say so, my love." Cain then chugged the rest of his drink and went to stand up but plopped right back in his chair.