The Alpha of my dreams

CHAPTER 4: THE PRINCE FROM THE BOOK

Savannah’s POV

(Flashback continues…)

I blinked furiously to see if the guy was still there, but a dreamy smile formed on my lips when I saw him standing there with a look of wonder etched on his face. Wow. He looked good in the book cover, but face to face; he was perfect! 

I looked at his perfectly arched eyebrows, emerald green eyes, a long proud nose and pink lips that were stretched into a smile revealing dimples on both sides of his cheek. He was wearing a black shirt that fit him perfectly and showed off his built frame. Then my eyes fell on the bulge in his white pants and I gulped. Wow! Was it getting hot here or what?! 

I thought that reading the book would be a perfect escape from my pitiful reality. But I didn’t think that it would end up giving me such a wonderful dream. Who would pine over stupid George when they got to see such a perfect guy, even if it is just a dream?

I looked around myself and found that I was still in my bedroom. Okay, then.

I stood up from the bed and stretched my limbs to make sure that I could move them as I like. I decided that this was not the kind of dream that I had to watch like a movie. This was one in which I had control over my thoughts and actions. Perfect!

This was my dream in my own territory. And I had a perfect guy standing in front of me. What was I waiting for?!

After a moment of contemplation, I looked at the handsome man in front of me who was standing there as if waiting to see what I was going to do. I can’t disappoint him, right? With a devilish smirk, I sauntered over to him. Standing in front of him, I looked down at myself to see that I was still wearing the same clothes I had worn in the day. I hadn’t bothered to change after coming home, and I hadn’t even removed my shoes. I didn’t even wash my face, and I must be looking like a raccoon with mascara smudges around my eyes. Even my hair was standing up in all directions and my confidence took a nosedive. 

When I could dream of such a guy, why couldn’t I dream of myself in a sexy costume too? Why did I have to appear in front of him like this? Then my eyes widened as an idea hit me. This was my dream and I could control it, right? I should just imagine myself wearing a sexy dress and it should work, right?

Energized by my brilliant idea, I closed my eyes tightly and concentrated hard. I imagined a sexy red dress and told myself that I was wearing it. I envisioned my wild mane being tamed into waves, and then I peeked my eye open. I sighed in disappointment when I saw that I was still wearing my own wrinkled T-shirt and jeans. Damn it! So much for being sexy!

Then I looked at the guy to see him looking at me with amusement twinkling in his eyes. Was he laughing at me? Hell no! You are not supposed to do that! I am the Goddess! Worship me!

I narrowed my eyes and thought hard as I stared into his emerald eyes. ‘I am beautiful! I am the sexiest woman you have ever seen in your life. I am the only woman who you will ever desire from now!’

It seemed to work because the teasing smirk vanished from his face and he looked at me with a gaze that could only be described as adoring. He was staring at me as if I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Yes! 

I walked over to him and made sure to add a seductive sway to my hips while hoping that I wouldn’t end up looking like a clown. Thankfully, his eyes were riveted on me with rapt attention.

As I stood in front of him, I realised that he was way taller than my five feet six inch frame. At least six feet. I like tall men!

Feeling his gaze on me, I looked up into his eyes again. I felt a sudden sense of belonging, as if I was finally home and everything was going to be fine. That didn’t make any sense. 

I shook my head before looking at him again, and a sudden burst of confidence filled me. Without giving myself time to second guess my decision, I pulled the gorgeous stranger down and kissed him full on the mouth. Tingles erupted from wherever I touched him, and he gasped in surprise. I used the opportunity to thrust my tongue inside his mouth and he let out an animalistic growl before taking control of the kiss. His tongue slid against mine in a tantalizingly slow motion, making me moan in bliss. 

My stomach clenched with desire, and I clutched onto his hair tightly. His hand tightened on my waist as he pulled me closer to him, making my body press against him. 

I lost myself in the kiss, exploring every corner of his mouth. Finally, after what felt like hours, I pulled away from the kiss and stood there panting heavily. I never knew a kiss could feel like this! If I was like this from just a kiss, what would it be like to go all the way with him?

Then I admonished myself. Even if it was just a dream, I can’t think of going far beyond a kiss. That was not me…

Well, it was nice to dream of such a guy and the kiss was even better. But he was not real, and there was no point in imagining things I couldn’t have. It would be better to stop it here and go back to sleep now…

I sighed and stepped back from him, but then; he pulled me towards him with a growl.

“Mine!”

Huh?

“My mate…! I have been looking for you for so long. I had almost given up hope and thought that I would never find you. But now, I found you, my princess!”

Right. I was reading a werewolf book, after all. It made absolute sense that he would talk about mates. Then I frowned as a thought occurred to me. In the book, he was always addressed as His Highness and the Prince. His name was never mentioned.

“What is your name?” I asked curiously.

He shook his head with a smile.

“I have to go now, princess. My time here is limited. I promise you, I would find a way to take you to my world, but until then, I could only visit you like this.”

I sighed with disappointment. He had promised to visit again, but how can I have the same dream again? I knew this was for only one day and while I was happy that I got to meet him; I was disappointed too. And it was not just because he was gorgeous. Even though I just met him and he was just a character in a book, I felt a special connection with him. Even after dating for three years, I never felt anything like that for George. Strangely enough, the idea of never seeing the stranger again was more painful than breaking up with my scum of a boyfriend. What was going on with me?!

I looked at him with a sad smile and touched his cheek.

“I wish you were real. But sadly you are just a dream, a figment of my imagination that I created to escape my reality. Even if I wish to see you again, how could I dream of you again? It is not something that I could consciously, you know?”

I looked at the book that was still lying on the bed and his gaze followed mine to see it. The look of confusion vanished from his face and he looked at me with astonishment. 

“You think I am just a dream?”

“I don’t think so. I know it is the truth.”

“Oh no, princess. I am just as real as you are. Just because I am not from this world, it doesn’t make me less real…”

“My name is not princess or mate, you know. You can call me Savannah.”

“Savannah…” he said as if testing out the name and the way he said it made me clench my thighs together in ecstasy. I was swooning just by the way he called my name. What was wrong with me? Well, the guy had a sinful voice, so I should cut myself some slack, I guess…

Perfect looks and perfect voice. The guy was too good to be real. Right. He wasn’t real...

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous lady,” he said.

I melted at his compliment.

“But I will just call you my Princess,” he continued with a mischievous smile. Huh?!

I opened my mouth to protest, but he put a chaste kiss on my lips, silencing me. Before I could even close my eyes to enjoy it, he pulled back. 

“Now it is time for you to go back to sleep. I will come to you at the same time tomorrow. See you then, my princess,” he said before pushing me towards the bed and tucking me in like I was a kid. Then he pulled my shoes off and stood back before waving his hands over me. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but yawned instead. Suddenly I was so sleepy and I couldn’t keep my eyes open even when I struggled to. I didn’t want to sleep and lose him forever…

“Don’t worry, princess. I will come to you,” he promised, and I stopped struggling. I fell asleep with a smile on my face even when I knew that it wasn’t true…

The next day, I woke up in a good mood despite going to bed as a depressed mess, and I knew it was because of the dream guy. Then I frowned. It was just a dream, right? It was too vivid to be a dream because I could still feel the tingles on my lips from his kiss. Then I looked down at my feet and found that I wasn’t wearing my shoes when I remember going to sleep wearing them. What if?

I looked around the room and sighed when I saw the locked door and window. Then I saw the book with the gorgeous guy on the cover. Right? How could it be real? Was I crazy? I must have just pushed the shoes off in my sleep.

I dismissed the dream even when my heart ached at the thought of never seeing him again.

But then, he came into my dream that night just as he promised. And the next. And the next…