Mated To Him

Thirteen

Chapter 13
Zaccheus ran through the stairs at lightning speed, not without ordering Zeke to continue with the torturing.

As he reached the room, Avivit and the maids bowed respectively to him.

He didn't glance at them; his main priority was his mate, thrashing on the bed. He ran to her and clutched her closer to calm her. He tried to peek into her nightmare, but it was impossible. All that he saw was darkness.

He was disturbed because he had the power to read minds and emotions, but with his mate, it was impossible.

"No, please." he heard her cry; he was powerless to do a thing, making his chest crumble in pain.

"What can I do to make it stop?" Ryl mumbled.

"She has her own demons; they are fighting her," Ryl presumed with a sad face.

"She must have passed through a lot," Ryn said slowly.

"She is strong, and she would be a great Luna." The King butted into his beast's exchange to reassure them.

When he detected her body temperature was increasing, he carried her to the bathroom. He on-ed the cold shower. When the cold water met with her body, she shuddered.

"My heart," he called, stroking her face softly but didn't get any reaction.

"She is not responding," Ryl panicked, "and it was said that mate touch help to fasten the healing process." he was the emotional, soft fluffy beast out of the King's beasts.

"Shut up! she is responding internally," Ryn muttered dejectedly.

"But...," Ryl was stopped again.

"Shut that, your fucking mouth!" Ryn growled irritatedly while Ryl whimpered with his ears down.

"Kiss her," Ryn inserted.

"What?" the King was shocked by Ryn's idea.

Ryl rolled his red eyes dramatically and sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose, "if she is not responding to our touch, why can't we kiss her to know whether she will or not," he replied as if it was the easiest thing.

"It is absurd," Ryk outraged, "how can we kiss her when unconscious? That means we are taking advantage of her state, and I'm not doing that."

"It's not like we want to, but we need to," Ryk defended.

"I think it is a good idea," Ryl nodded, agreeing to the idea.

The moon and stars were nowhere to be seen. She was running; she didn't know what she was chasing, yet she was running for her life.

Nadazhda was in the dark forest, being chased by something. She was afraid.

Something she didn't know.

She'd been running in circles but couldn't escape the forest. The trees were laughing at her misfortune; the darkness was looming over her like it wanted to swallow her. She was tired; her breath was coming out in short pants.

The pounding of the unknown steps was catching up on her. She was like a pawn in the game.

Before Nadazhda knew it, she was thrown at the rough bark of a tree; she groaned painfully and tried to stand up but was hurled up and thrown again. Blood oozed out of her head, gushing out vigorously. Her head was pounding; it was like her head wanted to be removed from her petite body. The pain was too much; her lungs were dried. One of the tree branches stretched to her neck and clung to it, choking her till her face turned purple before she was dropped down like a sack of rice.

"You are nothing and will continue to be nothing!" the dark unknown voice boomed around the dark forest.

"Please," Nadazhda cried.

"Please?" the voice said, taunting her, "she also begged like this, but he never helps her. I will make your pain agonising that every fibre of your body will wish for death," the dark voice said slowly with promises.

"Remember an eye for an eye and a mate for a mate."

Nadazhda was fading away from the forest but felt the pain in her head and the promise lingering around, letting her shiver.

Nadazhda heard some incoherent voices but couldn't know where they were coming from before she felt delighted and pleasure sizzling around her body. She opened her mouth to allow more of the pleasure. As she opened her eyes, she met with glowing golden eyes, which sadness flashed through it before it settled on joy.

She screamed out in fear.

But was pulled in a crushing hug "shhh baby, it's okay," Zaccheus said in his deep manly voice, which could lure her to an endless sleep without nightmares.

Nadazhda hugged him tightly, wanting to feel comfort from him. As she raised her head to look at him, she saw her reflection in the mirror, and she released a shrill fearful sound.

She pushed him away from her abruptly, trying to escape the reality of whether she was still in the nightmare. The bathtub was filled with red water.

Nadazhda wasn't feeling pain but the bruised on her neck where the tree choked her was prominent. The blood oozing out of her head had dried up...

She screamed hard, touching her neck... unbelievable! She dreamt about it but...

How could a dream come true?
How could...

Nadazhda screamed again, pulling her hair painfully. "it's just a dream," she repeatedly muttered, shaking her head in delusion.

"What happened?" he asked her confusedly.

"I don't understand," she yelled, running to the mirror before slamming her palm on it. "I dreamt of it," she stuttered fearfully.

"Dreamt of what?" he asked.

"Dreamt about seeing myself in a dark forest..., " as she tried to talk about her horrible nightmare, but it was like a lump was in her throat blocking her from saying a word.

"Talk," he urged me softly, looking at her concerned.

"I can't," she choked on tears; nothing was coming out, and she couldn't talk about it.

Zaccheus looked at her in understanding, patting her head soothingly, "Wait here, I'm coming." he pecked her forehead affectionately and carried her out of the bathroom gently.

He put her on the bed and took her injured hand to his mouth, then licked it with his saliva. Nadazhda was shocked because her hand healed as if it was never wounded.

"My saliva can heal up a wound," he smiled cheekily at me, explaining to her. Then he went to the bedside and took a piece of paper with a pen. He handed it to her while she looked at him confusedly before he told her to write what she dreamt of.

She collected the pen shakily and wrote everything that happened in the nightmare, then returned it to him.