Alpha King Dimtirio.
“Meilssa!”
“Melissa!” I say, waking her up as she gasps for breath and it is as if she is unable to wake up. The sheets tangled around her legs as she tried to scramble back and I place a strong hand around her shoulder, startling her further. I ground her and my voice is deep and concerned. She opens her eyes and looks at me. At once, she buries her face in my chest, clinging and gasping for breath. I hold her body and perhaps, the scent of my cologne is what assures her that it’s me.
"Easy, my love," I murmur, hoping that my voice is a soothing balm. Her attendants told me that she was taking a nap before the ball. I told them to allow her sleep for as long as she wanted and I had to check on her. What I did not expect to see I her fighting in her sleep and gas
