The Devil's Son My Mate

Dreams?

     I opened my eyes groggily, my head is pounding, and I need a drink of water. It felt like that time at Aunt Miranda's wedding when I had a little too much wine, except I don't remember drinking a thing. I stumbled out of bed and adjusted my eyes to the light coming from the corner of the room. Immediately I'm alarmed. This isn't my room, and that certainly isn't my bed.

The bed looked to be the size of a double king-size if that was even possible. The canopy that draped from the top is a deep red, which contrasted with the cream-colored walls. The ceiling was at least ten-fifteen feet high. In the far right corner sat an antique bookcase that my grandfather would have given his right and left eye for. There was a single chest of drawers in the middle wall that matched the bookshelf. Everything looked so old in the room, but yet so new if that was even possible. On either side of the room is a set of doors, and I wasn't sure which one led out, but with a room this size, I was sure one was a closet. Maybe the contents would give me a clue as to where I am.

Before I could reach the door closest to me, however, I noticed a bay window on the far right wall. The light emanating was of a purple hue. I didn't notice it upon waking. It was beautiful but strange, and I was drawn to it. Looking out the window, I could see I was pretty high up at least three or four stories. There was no tree near the window to climb down either. On the outside is a forest that seemed to stretch for miles, and the sky is covered in a beautiful purple haze. It somehow looked familiar, but it didn't. It looked more like a dream than anything. That is it! I must be dreaming. I had the desire to explore this beautiful dream world. If only I could figure out what door led out.

I couldn't even tell how much time had passed, not that it mattered in the dream world. After trying every door, I became frustrated, but more irritating was the man who just sat there. I asked him many times which door led out. I thought perhaps he was a guide of sorts in this land. He just looked at me and went back to reading. What was he even reading, I wondered.

"Excuse me, sir, but this is my dream, and I demand you tell me which door leads out!!" My mood was changing rapidly. I always had control over my dreams, but here I felt helplessly trapped inside in this beautiful room when I wanted to explore outside.

The strange man looked up. His piercing blue eyes fell on me as he tilted his head sideways. With a thud, he shut the book he was reading and sat it down. Perhaps he was finally going to answer me.

"Please just have a seat. I am afraid you cannot go outside," he said.

Was he kidding me? I control my own dreams. I walked over again and tried the door that remained locked. I had already opened the others, none of which led outside this room. I willed it with my mind and tried again. Ugh, still nothing. I eyed the man and crossed my hands over my chest.

"Who are you?" I demanded. He picked the book back up and began sifting gently through the pages. My anger is boiling, the nerve of him. I decided I didn't like this place anymore it made me extremely angry as the minutes passed by. I marched up to him and removed the book from his hands. What was so interesting about this book that he wouldn't even answer me? The cover was familiar as I smoothed my hand down the front of it. The beautiful black horse flying through the air, it all came back to me. That damned Angel kidn*pped me. I thought he was saving me, but now I remembered. He must have drugged me—the nerve of him. I walked over to the bed and sat there with the book tucked into my arms.

"I was reading that!" I heard. I looked over at the man who had failed to answer a single question and only told me to have a seat. Well, he can't read it because it's mine, and I'm notin a mood to share it.

"It's mine. Where is the damned Angel?"

"Damned Angel?" He laughed. "That's a... interesting way to put it," 

I felt a warm tingly sensation spread through my body, and I know instantly he is here.

"I am not exactly damned. I am just Death," My Angel said.

 I wanted to be mad, I wanted to be angry, but I really wanted to just leave here. I didn't want to call him my Angel either.

"Take me home, now," I demanded.

"Calm down, Lilly," I hear the man in the corner say again. I didn't even know why he was still talking at this point. He was of absolutely no help, and besides, I already knew one Angel I didn't need to associate with another. I wasn't even sure he was an Angel.

"She's been pacing around in an angry rage since she woke up," he told Death.

"I have not. I just want to go home." I stood up from the bed and walked again towards the door. Perhaps it would be unlocked now. Turning the knob, it was still locked. "You still have it locked?" my eyes flicked quickly to his face. He only eyed me warily.

"I need to take her away from here, I didn't have enough time to do this the proper way, and I think it's having an effect on her." They continued to talk about me as if I wasn't here.

"Are you seriously talking about me as if I'm not even here?"

"Lilly, I have some things to talk to you about, but first, we need to go someplace else," Before I could even respond, he scooped me up, and we were gone.

I woke up in my own bed, and before I could wonder if I was alone, I saw the Angel standing by the door with a book in hand. Sighing, I pulled back the covers and stretched. I felt very refreshed, which was good because there was so much I needed to know.

"What is your real name?" I asked, being tired of referring to him as the Angel of Death. His eyes glazed over me, and his face softened.

"I have been reading over the books you found in your family safe," he said, ignoring my question.

"And?" I asked, curious to know what he found out.

"It seems your great grandfather was very interested in power. From my research, he was known as a pretty powerful Alpha to begin with. Surprisingly he was also a well-respected Alpha," he sneered.

"Why wouldn't he be a well-respected Alpha?" I was slightly angered he questioned the respectability of my Great Grandpa. I had never met him, but I have always heard good things about him.

"I don't know, Lilly. The fact that he was seeking power beyond his means and making deals with The Devil doesn't lend much credibility to me. Excuse me if he sounds like a power-hungry Alpha," He retorted. Arguing with him wasn't going to get us anywhere.

"So tell me about this contract," I sighed.

"I'd prefer we do that elsewhere. Our words are not exactly private here. Samm...Sam will be here shortly with some tea. I will need you to drink it. It will allow you to stay in my world longer with no ill effects,"

"Sam?" I said arching my eyebrow at him.

"He's the one who was sitting with you while I was away," He began gathering up books and placing them in a pile. I didn't recall that many books being in the safe. "If there is anything you need to take care of before leaving, now's the time. He will be here shortly,"

"What makes you think I will go with you?' he walked closer to me, and the tingles surged through my body as he tilted my face upwards so that I was looking into his eyes.

"Believe me, Lilly, rather you admit it or not, you will follow me anywhere," His lips were turned up in a smirk, and I had to admit he looked damn good when smirking. I could feel my heart rate increase as a warmness spread throughout my body.

"I need to check on the pack. My father sent men back, and they must be wondering where I am at by now," I managed to gather my senses and pull away from him. If only he wasn't so good looking.

"Very well, but do hurry,"