Aurora’s Life of Dreams

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Jett’s POV

I caught her right before she was about to hit the floor, “Rory....Ror......Rory” I tried to wake her but she wouldn’t budge. I knew blood made her squeamish, but I didn’t think she’d pass out. Without my car I was stuck as to what to do, I couldn’t take her home or to Hayley’s. So I did the only thing I could. I took her to my room.

I decided since I will be Alpha I want to live in the pack house to keep an eye on things, my dad always hated that idea when we were growing up but seeing how other packs used it to their advantage I came to understand and choose it as my own as well. I lived on the top floor by myself so I knew she wouldn’t be bothered here. I carried her bridal style up all three flights of stairs and into my room.

The room used to be black accented by some baby blue, but before I left I had them start renovations to make the room what I imagined Rory would like. The dark hardwood floors with a giant white fluffy rug in the center of it, the bed is the size of two king beds put together covered by my black bed set with lavender pillows to accent and a white canopy hanging above it. The walls are a light grey color with lavender and yellow, her favorite colors, accented art pieces scattered along them except the wall with the entry way to the bathroom it’s covered in my favorite family pictures, all that include Rory. There is a white L-shaped couch to the left of the bed with a black coffee table in front of it, the couch sits in front of the largest window in the room so that she could watch outside as she reads, it faces a beautiful floor to ceiling fireplace made of white and grey brick with a beautiful mantle above it with more family pictures set upon it. There’s a large black bookshelf off to the side full of all the books Rory and I have ever read together and a beautiful crystal chandelier tying everything together. I hope one day Rory and I will share it, but even if we don’t I won’t change a thing. This will always be my happy place reminding me of her.

I laid her down on the bed, her small frame swallowed by the size of the bed. I knew she was short but I never realized how short until I opened that door the night she discovered I was her mate. She looked so peaceful and perfect laying in my bed. I laid with her for a while before I realized she must just need to sleep everything off. So I decided I would get up and shower before she wakes. I grabbed some clothes from the walk in closet’s island space full of drawers and headed towards the quadruple headed shower. This shower, the porcelain bathtub just big enough for two people and the marble countertops really completed the bathroom. As I climbed in the shower I couldn’t help but breathe in Rory’s scent.

“She needs to stay. I want her to stay.”

“I know Troy, I do too. But she has to want to stay.”

Aurora’s POV

I started to have the dream again so I focused in on everything inside of it

**I was running in the woods, they were chasing me not too far behind**wait they don’t smell like wolves, their smell it’s different**I am exhausted from running and can feel my legs start to give out, if I can just make it to the stream**it’s the stream where I always go when I’m upset, it leads to the lake outside of the territory**I hear Charlie right behind me and just as I’m about to hit the water, “you’re mine now.” He says as he tackles me to the ground. He starts dragging me to go with him, I am pulling against him with all of my strength but I can feel the circulation cutting off in my arm. I start to scream for help but we’re so far out no one can hear me. I start to give up when I feel her touch my shoulder. “Invisique” she says and the man no longer has me. “Da**it Charlie, how’d you lose her!?” I turn to the witch that saved me. Somehow she mindlinks me, “I’m Faith, don’t worry. I’m going to help you.”**

“Hey Rory hey!” Jett was sitting over me. I wiped my eyes and sat up quickly starting to process all that just happened.

“Rory what was that? You were kicking and screaming, but I couldn’t pull you out of your sleep. Not even with a mindlink.”

“Her name was Faith.” I said and looked at Jett who I just realized was shirtless. I couldn’t help but stare at his incredible body.

“Who’s Faith?” He asked, I shook myself out of the trance I was in looking at him.

“The witch, the witch that saves me. Her name is Faith, but Jett,” I stopped to think, “how could a witch mindlink?”

Jett looked shocked, “they can’t. Only wolves with large amounts of witch in their bloodline can.”

“Then that’s what she is, because she did it. She made me invisible and then mindlinked with me, but don’t you have to be a member of the same pack to do that?”

Jett didn’t answer for a minute, looking at the ground very confused then it was like a lightbulb went off inside of him, “not if you’re from the same bloodline.”

I thought about this for a minute, “but if we’re from the same bloodline that means she’s my....”

“family.” We said in unison.

I plopped back down on the bed, “hey that’s a good thing, you thought all of your family was dead and now you find out you have a relative!”

“I guess, it’s just weird. My father was just your run of the mill wolf but I can’t remember that kind of stuff about my mom. Like I know she was a wolf but it’s like there’s pieces of my memory missing or something regarding her. The witch blood must have come from her.”

“Probably so, if I had to guess your mom probably cast a spell to remove that part of her from your memories. Probably to protect herself or maybe even to protect you. There’s no telling the reasoning. Hey I’m gonna finish getting dressed and then we can talk more, is that okay?” I nodded without looking at him. I knew if I did I’d never be able to stop. As I laid there I started to look around, “whoa” I muttered.

This room is beautiful, but not very manly at all. He’s got so many of our pictures up, the way everything is pieced together to accent one another is exquisite. Then I realize, these are my favorite colors, those are our favorite books, I always said I wanted a huge fireplace to snuggle next to on those cold winter nights and a canopy over my bed to make me feel like a princess. He did this, for me?

“Of course you i***t, he loves us.”

I thought about Harmony’s words for a minute whenever I saw him come out of the closet. “You okay?” He asked genuinely

“Yeah just admiring the room”

“You like it?”

“Love it, it’s everything I could ever want. When did you do this?”

“Well I had them start it before I left, hoping your style wouldn’t change too much. I added some slightly mature touches since I knew you’d grow up a lot while I was away. They finished the decorating a week before I got back.”

“Why would you do this? What if I reject you?”

“Well you are the happiest part of my life and if you reject me that won’t change that fact. They say being rejected can kill you unless you surround yourself with things that make you happy, so I’ll always have this. And I’ll still have you as my family, hopefully, if you reject me.”

I felt as tears streamed down my face, “hey it’s okay,” he says as he cups my face in his hands and wipes my tears, “I will be okay no matter what you choose.” He pulls me into a comforting hug where I continue to sob holding onto him as he is to me.

Then a thought crossed my mind, I leaned back and wiped my tears. I looked up to find his eyes, “can we try something?” I ask curiously.

“Of course.” I take his hand and lead him to the bed, motioning for him to sit down. He sits and looks at me confused, I crawl into his lap and turn to take in all of his features. The sparks from our bond igniting, I bring my hand to meet his face. I trail my finger tips from his cheek to the back of his head and down his neck my eyes never leaving his. He tucks the strand of hair that is always in my face behind my ear and cups my cheek, “Rory,” he whispers and without hesitation I bring my lips to his. The collision causing an explosion from our bond. It’s soft and gentle at first, his one hand on the nape of my neck while the other is intertwined in my hair. Slowly, the bond changes this sweet moment to a moment of hunger. I start to open my mouth more, my tongue meeting his lips asking for invitation which he quickly granted. His hands moved down my back to my hip while the other continued to rub my sides. I turned to straddle him causing him to moan as my legs wrapped around him, I quickly broke our kiss and froze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry.” I was stammering, my face completely red with what just happened. Jett cupped my cheeks again, “you never have to be sorry, Rory. I want you and if you need time—“

“I don’t.” I quickly interrupted. Jett’s face looked completely shocked.

“Rory, don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I don’t need time, Jett. I trust you. I need you, as my best friend, as my family,—“ I paused watching Jett’s expression shift as I finished, “as my mate.” With that he smiled and brought his lips back to mine as we moved in a ravenous passion. In this moment, he is everything. We are everything.