Dinner and the evening passed quickly, with me spending the night with Henry. It's comforting to be in his arms. He's definitely the sweetest out of the three of them. I'm not complaining though, it's nice to have different needs met. I'm wholly unconvinced that a single man can fulfil all of your needs. There's always a compromise. Though, that's just my opinion.
Theo is more possessive and protective. It's sexy as hell if I'm being honest. I'm not exactly sure about Oliver, yet, since we haven't spent much time with him. Yeah, I feel guilty, but the asshole deserves it for everything that he's put me through since I met him. I've never been one for drama, or taking the centre stage. Being the Alpha's daughter came with its perks and its faults; one of them being attention and the other being that everyone wants you.
Being the Kings' mate paints a huge target on my back. Every shewolf dreams of being in my position. I know that there are going to be shewolves that are angry that I'm taking 'their' position, hell, I've confronted one already. I've already forgotten her name, but I'm not going to dwell on that.
I lay against Henry, with his arms wrapped tightly around me. His breathing has slowed and evened out, showing that he's fallen asleep. I lean my head against him and sigh contently. His hold on me is tight, but I don't mind. It's comforting for both Odette and I. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
There's blood. Everywhere. I look around and I can see bodies scattered everywhere. They're dead. The people that I'm meant to be protecting. The people that put their faith in me. Dead. They're all dead because of me. I didn't protect them. I let them down. I feel the breath get knocked from my chest as my eyes keep wandering. The once beautiful landscape, now tainted. Stained with the signature crimson of blood and death.
My feet carry me through the crimson forest, tears staining my cheeks as I desperately search for survivors. Searching for any signs of life. I know there's no hope. They're dead. All of them. I can't feel anyone. Henry. Theo. Oliver. Dead. I feel empty. Odette has retreated to the depths of my mind. I can't even talk to her.
Somewhere in my haze, I get the sense that I've been betrayed, but by who? Everyone's dead.
I spot the familiar black fur and my breath hitches, and my pace picks up. I let out a guttural scream, collapsing to my knees as I bury my face in Henry's fur. He's cold. He's gone. His scent is fading. Laying either side of him is Theo and Oliver. They're cold too. I lay against them, sobbing, completely consumed by my grief. I hear the sound of a twig breaking, and my head snaps in that direction. My eyes are met with glowing red eyes, before everything goes black.
I wake up with a start, gasping for breath. It was just a dream. Thank goddess. Henry's arms encircle me, pulling me against him.
"You're alright, Sweetheart. Everything's okay." He whispers, his hold on me not letting up. I try and push the tears back, but it's a losing battle. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try and slow my breathing but it's no use, the dream is still lingering at the back of my mind. I usually forget my dreams, but this, this is still clear. It's replaying in my head. Over and over again. The blood. The bodies. The pain. They're replaying over and over again.
"What happened, Sweetheart?" He asks, rubbing my back reassuringly.
"It was just a dream." I sniffle. "I don't want to talk about it." He nods, and continues to rub my back as a sob escapes.
The door opened with so much force, the door handle pierced the wall. Oliver and Theo stepped in breathing heavily, their eyes scanning the room for any threats. They'd clearly felt my distress through the mate bond. I feel guilty for making them worry, which only makes me sob harder.
"Inez? What happened?" Theo asks, rushing over to Henry and I.
"She had a nightmare." Henry says, still moving to try and bring me some comfort.
"Do you want to talk about it, Darling?" Theo asks, resting his hand on my back. Oliver walks over, placing his hand on my leg, rubbing softly.
I shake my head and bury my face in the crook of Henry's neck. Their touch is helping to quell the burning panic inside me. I know their alive, but the dream keeps replaying in my mind. It feels like a warning. I don't know what it's a warning about. I know my mother said that something's coming. A war. Does this mean that someone's going to betray me?
"It's alright, Love." Oliver says softly, rubbing circles on my knee.
I take a deep breath, and wipe my tear stained cheeks. The dream dies back, and I'm completely consumed by the comfort that they're bringing me. It's kind of scary to be honest. Nobody should have that kind of affect on someone. Hold that much power over them. Involuntarily, may I add. Though, at the same time, it's refreshing. Having someone who can calm you and help you through your worst moments, it's what everyone needs. Having that with someone, that bond, it's so precious and pure. I never want to let it go. I'm falling for them and I'm falling fast.
My breathing evens out, and so does my heartrate. I know their worried for me, but I don't know how to explain what it was. It felt so vivid. I know it's a warning and I can't bring myself to tell them, because I know they'll go into overprotective 'mode'. I can feel their emotions dying down with mine. They know I'm okay. I know I'm okay. At least, for now.
"What time is it?" I ask, though my voice comes out as a croak.
Henry stifles back a chuckle. "It's three am, Love." Oliver says softly. I close my eyes and just enjoy their touch for a couple of seconds.
"Go back to bed, both of you. I'm fine." I say, attempt giving them both a reassuring smile. Key word there is attempt. They're not convinced and I know it.
"Are you sure? We don't mind." Theo says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"I'm sure. Thank you." I respond, giving them a reassuring smile.
They both nod, and Oliver presses a soft kiss to my forehead, before they both leave, shutting the door behind them.
"You don't have to tell us what the dream is about, but we know it's shaken you up pretty badly, Sweetheart. You know we're always here for you, no matter what."
"I know Hen, but I don't want to talk about it. Let's just go back to sleep. I have a date with Oliver tomorrow, and goddess knows I'm going to need enough sleep to deal with him." I say, and Henry chuckles.
"Goodnight, Sweetheart." He says, laying back on the bed, with me still in his arms.
"I love you." I whisper, as sleep tugs at me again.
"I love you too."
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Dear Reader
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