Gabriel [Alpha of Wolves]

CHAPTER SEVEN |TRAINING|

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I'm dreaming. Lucid dreaming. 

I was in control of what was happening, what was being said. I couldn't explain it, but I knew. Gabriel was kneeling in front of me, looking like a defeated king on the verge of the end. He was covered in burn marks, from the tips of his fingers to his elbows as if fire had erupted from his hands. All around us, the ground was scorched, but blackest where he kneeled. Everything was on fire; the ground, the woods, the houses. 

"You're lying to all of us," he said, his beautiful green eyes haunted, filled with unshed tears. He was on his knees, his black hair wild as if he'd been repeatedly running his hands through it. I couldn't look away. He looked so torn, so heartbroken. Was it because of me? Had I let him down? Had I caused the fire? 

I parted my lips trying to come up with the right answer. "I - I"

"Tell me the truth," he begged, his hands reaching out for me. The contact sizzled as if we were both made of electricity. The sparks flew up my body, burning me, setting me on fire. It was hundred times more powerful than anything I had felt before. It was as if we were trying to become whole entity like we were trying to become one. Every fiber of my being wanted to be close to him, be apart of him. 

I closed my eyes, feeling the words coming up like vomit. "I'm his daughter."

"No I want the real truth," he said, pulling my knees. I touched his cheek, feeling the scruff of his beard against my hand. He was beautiful, the most beautiful man I had ever had the opportunity to be close too. It was unnatural, being close to someone so perfect. It hurt to not be in his arms, to not feel him against me. I wanted it, I wanted him like I had never wanted another. There was chemistry, there was something under the surface. I was attracted to him like magnets were. I could deny it as long as I wanted but eventually, I would have to accept it because it was only growing stronger.

"I don't know what you mean," I answered truthfully, seeing him begin to fade away. I closed my eyes, feeling him disappear completely. There were so many lies, so many secrets. This wasn't real, none of it was real. Gabriel wasn't mine, I didn't want him to be mine.

WAKE UP.

I sat up gasping for air, my chest constricting. I grabbed my throat thinking I was choking but I found it nothing there. I looked up just in time to see a streak of blonde exiting my room. I got up, chasing after whoever had been in my room but the door was wide open and it was just me. I considered myself pretty fast but whoever had just been in my room, watching me - was faster. 

Who had that been, what had they wanted? 

I shook my head and went to shower. Gabriel had said I would have to train today, prove myself. I felt shaky though, not myself. That dream had felt so real, had felt like a memory rather than a dream. Gabriel had felt so real, had been right there. My hands still tingled from the thought, from the action of touching him. I stepped into the shower letting the hot water cover me, cleanse me. I didn't like the idea of someone being in my room, especially when I was having intense dreams about an alpha that despised me.

What had he meant by telling him the truth? I was lying about one thing and that's who raised me and yet he hadn't even cared about that. It almost like he already knew, which was impossible. If Gabriel knew my father was Roderick Donovan, I would be dead. I knew enough about my father's hatred of Gabriel and Gabriel's hatred of Roderick to know that killing me wouldn't even be a second thought for him. Roderick had destroyed everything he had ever known, had been trying to kill him for as long as I could remember.