ANOKAI’S POV
The four of them were on different chairs, cross-legged and eyes boring into mine like vultures. The room was dimly lit as I met Nikolai’s eyes and looked down at his lips. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks as I recalled my dream.
Why was I exactly dreaming of them and the things they do to me?
“Call the doctor in,” Emiriel said from where he was seated.
The door opened, and a man immediately walked in, bowing to the alphas before he started checking me as if something was wrong with me.
“How do you feel?”
“Great.” I lied.
I didn’t feel great. I had just dreamt of them, touching me, saying wicked things to my body, and I had no idea why. My insides feel clawed up, as if someone had repeatedly stabbed me to a point of no return.
Realization dawned on me as everything
