HIS UNKNOWN LOVE CHILD (Book Three In The LOVE CHILD Series)

CHAPTER NINE - "DREAMS OR MEMORIES"

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I surged up off my bed in a panic, "No!! It can't be" I gasped out, my eyes wide and my breathing labored. For the first time in days my dreams came through clearly and what I saw had me shaking my head in denial. I looked over at the bedside clock and saw that I had only been asleep for a couple of hours. I stumbled my way out of the bed and towards the bathroom. I switched on the light and made my way over to the sink. I quickly splashed my face with the cold water. As my breathing calmed down I slowly raised my head and stared at my reflection.

My eyes looked blown, as if I was stoned and my skin was sickly pale. I squeezed my eyes tightly closed and shook my head from side to side. I brought the images from my dream to the forefront of my mind focusing on the images, the faces, the scenery, everything. Was it just a dream though? It felt like a dream and yet it didn't. Lately, since I've been home I've been experiencing what some would term as black outs. Waking up naked in strange places, yet having no memory of shifting or where I went. Whenever I tried to recall what happened I would get the most severe of headaches and only flashes of images and impressions.

But tonight for the first time in days the images came through with crystal clarity and I was left floundering. The boy in the vision looked just like me and that's what had me so confused. It wasn't me in the dream, that much I knew. None of what I saw had ever happened to me when I was younger. The only other explanation is that the boy may be my son. That would explain the pull that I felt towards him in my dream. It would also explain his surprising strength. What wasn't so easy to explain though was his wolf. 

 But I didn't have a son, I would know it If I did. Then I recalled Liam's words to me earlier, "Where were you when your pregnant mate needed you?" My eyes flew back up to meet my own reflection as Liam's words reverberated in my mind. I shook my head in disbelief and to try and clear it. I didn't have a mate, pregnant or otherwise and if any of the girls that I had been with had become pregnant with my child, I would know about it. They would have announced it on the city wide broadcast. The news would have spread throughout the super natural world like wildfire. Having a child of the Royal Bloodline was seen as the ultimate of achievements by some, which is why I never lacked for female company.

So the question now was "Who was the boy in my vision?" And if he was my son, then who was his mother? I rubbed a hand over the sudden aching pain in my chest. I have been experiencing these chest  pains since around the same time that the black outs started. It felt like a dull persistent ache. The kind that you could ignore for a while, but then suddenly and without warning it would strike you with such force that it would leave you doubled over and gasping for every breath.

I made my way back into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I scrubbed my hands over my face and tried to recall the images in my dreams. The boy was strong, that much I could tell and he was young. I shook my head slightly as I closed my eyes and focused my vision. He looked to be no more than eleven, maybe twelve years old. Yet his body looked to be more developed than the other kids his own age that were around him. As I focused on the surroundings I realized that I wasn't looking through my human eyes, but those of my wolves. 

I could feel the undeniable love and pride surge through the body of my wolf as he stared at the boy. Through his eyes I took in the surroundings. It looked like a pack gathering, a welcoming home party or something. I was confused, I recognized the place but I hadn't been anywhere near here in years. I wondered why my wolf would take me here.  I looked around at the gathered crowd. There was a lot of laughter and you could practically feel the happiness in the air. I watched the boy walk over to a small group of men that were standing around and talking. One of the men turned to the boy slightly and pulled him into a one armed hug.