Her Alpha's Greatest Secret

Chapter 10- Nightmare (TW: SA)

Reality blurred around me, everything was shape and color and I think he was carrying me now. This can’t be real, this is a dream, I thought. Thinking about dreams reminded me of Evander and how real he is in dreams. Helpless to fight my situation physically I imagined I was dreaming of him again, reaching for that place in my mind.

Emilia? Is that you in my mind? I flinched as his sweet tenor rang through my head as loud as if he were speaking beside me.

Are you real? I asked, I really want you to be.

I’m completely real. How are you mind linking me from so far away? Are you home?

I’m in the Capital. I think I’m being kidnapped, actually. This was all so shocking, and I was almost certain I was hallucinating this whole exchange.

A growl rang through my head, and it was so fearsome I would have flinched if my body wasn’t a sandbag at the moment

Emilia, WHERE ARE YOU?

I’m not sure, I was at a party in an apartment and now he’s taking me somewhere. I don’t even know his name.

Can you run? I’m coming to you. I’m close. His voice was deadly.

Suddenly we were inside again- the third apartment building I had been in today. It was quiet here- no parties. He took me up the stairs to a door on the second floor.

EMILIA!

I can’t move at all. My sluggish brain finally put it together with a rush of anger and shame- He DRUGED me. That bastard drugged me.

Where are you? He demanded.

I don’t know! Ok! I don’t know where I am.

Where was the party? He pressed.

I thought about the apartment building and tried to share it with him across the link.

I’m going to find you, ok?

I felt myself being flung down on a squeaky mattress and the adrenaline began burning though my useless body. f**k.

Please hurry, I thought feeling smaller and more helpless than I ever had in my life.

“I don’t know why you had to clam up on me. This would have been so much easier if you had just kept letting me dance on you,” the horrible blonde complained- a sick smirk on his face.

I tried to snap back about what a sick twisted bastard he was for carrying around drugs like that to parties and stealing women he couldn’t charm, but what came out of my mouth was intelligible.

He chuckled, “I could tell you have a smart mouth. I like them a little spicy- let’s see what your other lips have to say for themselves.”

Panic shot through me, and furious frantic tears tore down my cheeks as I fought to find control of my limbs to defend myself.

HELP! PLEASE! I begged in my mind praying to all the gods that Evander wasn’t a part of the drugs and was really coming to save me.

Either way he would be too late. The sequins on my dress scraped my face as the monster dragged it out of the way before removing my underwear to gain full access to me. I glared up at him putting as much venom behind it as I could. The devil’s rough hands began to roam by body tracing my curves from my breasts down to between my legs. I channeled any power of control I might have left in my body to clamping myself shut down there as his hand attempted to prepare me for his entrance. A small rough scream streaked through my lips as I fought for control of my body. The door opened with a sound like thunder flying off the hinges as my attacker stumbled to the side yelling in shock.

“STOP!” His golden eyes locked on mine- dark and swirling with fury. He turned on my attacker who had fallen to his knees at the power of the Alpha command. Evander crossed to him in one quick stride. He grabbed his head and turned it sharply, breaking his neck with a clear, teeth aching snap. He dropped the body of my monster not sparing him another look as he came to my side.

He shrugged out of his suit jacket and draped it over me carefully in a far too late effort to protect my modesty.

“Emilia,” he sighed eyeing me carefully.

He was shaking and I heard crying, and I realized I was the one shaking and the whimpers were escaping my chest. I breathed frantically trying to calm myself, but I was coming apart at the seams.

I need to get out of here, please.

He nodded, “Of course. Can you stand?”

No, I can’t move. Please, I need to get out of here RIGHT NOW!

“Can I touch you?” he asked as a sob broke my chest.

Yes, I just need to get as far away from here as possible RIGHT NOW! I was frantic- my mind a chaotic hellscape of emotions that had teeth and were taking over, tearing into every part.

He scooped me up in his arms moving the jacket to make sure my torso was covered before he took us out the door, down the stairs, and back out into the night. He kept his sure quick pace as he continued down a sidewalk keeping to shadows for several blocks until we arrived at a sleek black car. He opened the passenger door and set me on the leather seat and then slid into the driver’s side. He turned on the car wordlessly and began driving.

Sensation was returning to my body as he sped us out of town, I pulled his jack tighter around me putting my arms through the sleeves. My teeth were chattering, and he turned the heat up without turning his attention from the road.

Nausea surged through me with vengeance. “Pull over,” I gritted out.

He responded immediately, pulling onto the shoulder and I had the door open before the car was stopped. I stumbled a couple of steps and fell to my knees on the sharp gravel as my stomach convulsed. I retched over and over- wildly trying to expel this whole nightmare of a night. My ears were ringing when I was finally empty and as I sat back ignoring the grit of gravel on my bare thighs, I realized he was supporting me, and holding my hair back from my face. I spat and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of the jacket. Some broken part of me wanted to just lay here on the side of the road in my puddle of sick and be left alone.

Neither of us spoke or moved for a long time. I simply rested my back against his chest as he held me loosely like I was a fragile piece of glass. His warmth and his scent grounded me- and his arms felt completely safe despite the drama of our last time together I knew instinctually, in my bones, that he would never hurt me.

We didn’t move until a dusting of snow began to fall. “Emilia,” his voice was music like a cello and when he said my name it reverberated through my chest. “Can I take you home? I don’t want you to get sick.”

I blinked and then nodded, getting to my feet on stiff wobbly legs. He supported me and I gratefully grabbed his hand my thumb skimming a dark scab- I felt a flash of memory as I saw myself making this mark when I pushed away from him on the cliff in my dream last night. How is this possible? It was all too much- the last of the adrenaline leaked away and I swayed into darkness.