“No… no….. no," Morgana screamed as she rolled off the bed, soaking in sweat.
Morgana, the most powerful witch, was terrified for the first time in a very long time... Fearful of losing the Alpha, who was supposed to be a means to an end, but ended up becoming so much more... She feared losing the love and dedication in his eyes when he looked at her; she feared losing the pleasure of his touch; she was simply terrified. She took a quick look around before reaching for the glass of water and guzzling it down voraciously. She took several slow, deep breaths to get her breathing back under control and to calm herself down, reassuring her conscious self that everything she was experiencing was only a dream. Calm down, Morgana, her inner self-chided. This kind of display does not suit someone
