It had been days since I first saw the damned prince in my dreams and since then, he’d become a natural occurrence.
It was eerie. I couldn't shut my eyes without thinking of his dark and handsome face. I couldn't go to sleep without dreaming of him. He always came to me each night and sat at my side, either stroking my hair or standing at a corner of my room, watching me with hooded dark eyes. There was always blood on his hands, shadows lurking around him and he was insistent on two things, calling me His and pushing me to my death.
The urge to go into his room was biting and tearing at my skin.
It was becoming a chore keeping these dreams to myself. I didn't know what I had done to trigger them. I couldn't bring myself to tell Alpha Alexander about it because I didn't want to have
