Alpha's Prophecy

Chapter 34

Emma

"Strawberry, I need you to wake up." An urgent voice filtered into my deep slumber, a voice that felt like a warm, comforting embrace even though it was panicked. A man's voice that I felt I knew but couldn't picture who he was. "Please wake up."

"I'm awake." I tell the man but my words are slurred. I try again but still it comes out as just sound.

"She spoke." The man exclaims so loudly that it pulls me further from my dream.

"Five more minutes, then I get up." I tell him, hoping he goes away and I can get back to the soothing waves, crashing along the shore line of some unknown beach. I've never even been to a beach, never dipped my toes in the water or walked along the golden sands but in my dream it was as if I was there, soaking it all in. It felt like I was home and I was happy.

"Can you wiggle your toes for me?" The man asks and I giggle at his weird request but twinkle my toes back and forward.

I feel so light and airy, as if a giant boulder was holding me down and has now been lifted. The magical dream of the beach is long gone so I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

A metallic smell floods my nostrils, like blood. Did I cut myself? Am I bleeding? I move my hand to my face, trying to find where the blood is but there's none.

"You're ok." Kayla says, coming into focus beside me.

"Where am I?" I ask her, not recognising this space at all. I'm on a bed but it's not like a regular bed, more like the ones they put patients on for surgery. "Am I in hospital?"

"You're in the basement of your house." Kayla explains and I shake my head in disbelief.

"We don't have a basement." I tell her, looking around the large room that is set up like some mad scientist's workshop. "This isn't my home."

"This is your home, Strawberr...Emma." Thomas interjects when my eyes fall upon him. He's not wearing a shirt which makes the small two, freshly wounded holes on his neck stand out. I did that to him, I marked him but had I known who he was, I would never of allowed it to go that far.

"Kayla I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was your brother. I betrayed our friendship." I cry, turning away from Thomas because his bare chest and dreamy face is making me want another taste.

Resist him Emma, he is bad.

"Shh, don't be sorry." Kayla whispers, smiling brightly. "Tom is your mate. What happened between him and I shouldn't affect your relationship."

"We don't have a relationship." I tell her, defensively. "It was a slip up."

I made a mistake, a delicious, oh so incredibly mind blowing mistake but I will not be tempted by his washboard abs, his deep, soulful eyes, his playful charm, his chocolatey brown hair, his sexy smile or the way he dominated me. I am a fortress of will power until my vagina clenches when I remember how amazing he felt inside me.

"I should go." Thomas says and I am struck with a pang of sadness. I don't want him to leave. As much as I need him to be as far from me as possible, the very thought of him not being close by makes me sad.

"Tom, no, stay." Kayla surprises me when she begs her brother. I thought for sure she'd want him gone.

I'm so torn, I don't want to hurt my friend but I can't deny that I'm attracted to her brother and I'm disgusted with myself for it.

"Can someone please just tell me what happened? How I ended up here?" I ask them, wanting to give Thomas an excuse to stay without actually having to say it myself.