Alpha can read my mind

Chapter 7 - Another Dream (M)

Anya lay on her bed, the soft sheets cocooning her as she stared at the ceiling. The day played over in her mind. Slowly, her eyelids grew heavy, and she let out a deep sigh, sinking into the comfort of her pillow.

As sleep gently claimed her, Anya's thoughts drifted into a dream.

Anya seemed to be following the other candidates to leave the castle, an unseen force propelled her into a dimly lit room without anyone taking notice. The door closed behind her.

"Who's there?" Anya's voice quivered as she struggled to widen her eyes, attempting to discern the contents of the room.

Suddenly, she felt a hand reaching for her, attempting to push her and force her to lean against the door. Her gaze met the door, and she could sense the presence of a towering figure behind her.

‘“Who are you?” She asked again. She could hear the breath of the unknown man as he was pushing his body towards her back.

‘“What a shame that you did not get chosen.” This voice, Anya quickly recognised this was the Alpha.

Did not get chosen? What did he mean? Did she fail already?

She could feel that his hand slid into her dress, one hand took hold of her breast and kneaded it gently, nails scraping across the tip and flooding it with an electrifying tingle. The other hand held her waist stopping her from moving.

"Don't ..." Anya shuddered, tensing her body and instinctively wriggling to avoid it.

The palm of his hand soothingly stroked over her taut body, and thin, lingering kisses were imprinted on her neck and collarbone.

He patiently kissed her neck to help her relax, his fingers swirling around the tight belly, and the cleavage of her legs, igniting a bush of desire.

“You can choose to stay as my mistress. Then you won’t be punished by your family.”

Anya's whole body went limp from the teasing.

Feeling that the time was almost right, the Alpha spread her legs and probed between them with his fingers, gently rubbing the tiny nub hidden in the petals.

"Ah!" As if electricity struck her entire body, the young girl let out a scream, her legs violently trying to come together, but being pressed down by the Alpha, she was unable to move, and could only leave her vitals exposed to helplessly endure his assault.

Soon, it was convulsing all over, screaming as it reached its peak.

He pressed up against Anya's body and nibbled on her earlobe. Moist breath spewed out on the young girl's ear, making her body tingle. She struggled to breathe and relax her body.

“I will give you one night to think about it.”

His hands slowly unclenched, releasing Anya from his grip. As she felt the pressure ease, Anya's heart raced with a mix of fear and relief. Without looking back, she swiftly turned and ran out of the room, her footsteps echoing through the corridor as she sought to escape from the suffocating tension that had enveloped her.

The air outside the room felt cool against her skin, and she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. With each step, the distance between her and the Alpha, and she embraced the freedom of movement, the sensation of being released from an invisible shroud that had threatened to suffocate her spirit.

Anya jolted awake, her heart pounding and her skin drenched in sweat. The vividness of the dream lingered, casting a shadow over her thoughts. She sat up in bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as fear gripped her.

What if this dream was a glimpse of her future? The dread of failure consumed her, and the thought of being forced to leave the castle as a disgraced Luna haunted her mind. She dreamt about escaping but she could not dare to face the shame her family would give her.

The image of the Alpha, cold and unyielding, demanding she stay as his mistress, sent shivers down her spine. Anya buried her face in her hands, desperately trying to shake off the nightmare's hold on her.

Maybe it is just a dream, but an erotic dream… Why?

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The next morning, Anya woke up with a sense of unease lingering from her dream. She got ready and made her way to the dining room, where the usual buzz of the early morning routine filled the air. Her heart raced as she entered, knowing she would have to face Zarek, the Alpha, after the unsettling dream that had haunted her sleep.

As she stepped into the dining room, she saw Zarek sitting at the head of the table, his presence commanding and intimidating. He was engrossed in talking to other candidates, with a cup of coffee steaming beside him. Anya felt a flush of shyness wash over her, and she avoided making eye contact.

Just act normal, Anya. It's just a dream. He has no idea.

She quietly took a seat, her eyes fixed on her plate. The vivid memory of the dream made it difficult for her to think clearly. The Alpha's sharp features and piercing gaze seemed even more intense than usual, and Anya couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and fascination.

Zarek glanced up briefly, acknowledging her presence with a nod. "Good morning, Anya."

"Good morning, Alpha," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She busied herself with her breakfast, trying to steady her trembling hands.

Stay calm. He doesn't know about the dream. Just focus on the present.

Zarek couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in Anya's demeanor. As he heard her inner thoughts about the dream, his curiosity grew. What could have caused such anxiety and fear in her mind? He decided to approach the topic gently.

"Anya," he said, his tone casual but observant, "did you sleep well last night?"

Anya looked up, her eyes widening slightly. She forced a smile, trying to hide her unease. "Oh, yes, Alpha. Just a bit of a restless night, that's all."

Why is he asking about my sleep? Does he know about the dream? No, that's impossible.

Zarek continued to observe her, intrigued by the conflicting emotions he sensed. "If there's anything bothering you, feel free to talk to me.’’

Anya nodded, grateful for his concern but still wary. "Thank you, Alpha."

Stay calm, Anya. Don't overthink it.

Zarek decided not to press further, but he made a mental note to keep an eye on Anya.

The five candidates sat at a long table in the grand dining hall, the centerpiece a lavish spread of food that would tempt even the most discerning palate.

Alpha, the imposing leader of the Werewolves clan, sat at the head of the table, his piercing green eyes scrutinizing each candidate with an intensity that made them squirm in their seats.

The candidates were all vying for Alpha’s attention, each trying to outdo the other with their wit, charm, and knowledge.

"Alpha, you may have known already. I have led countless successful missions, eliminating threats to our clan and maintaining peace within our territory."

"I have mastered the art of deception, infiltrating human strongholds and gathering vital information."

"My intellect is unmatched, my strategic mind unparalleled."

"My physical prowess is legendary, my strength and agility surpassing even the most seasoned warriors. I have single-handedly defended our territory against formidable enemies, earning the respect of all Werewolves."

They spoke of their accomplishments, their ambitions, and their visions for the future of the clan.

But Zarek seemed unmoved, his gaze always returning to Anya, the mysterious and enigmatic candidate who had caught his attention from the moment she had arrived.

Shit, he is looking at me again. Why is he looking at me? How can I look at him again after what I dreamt about last night?

Anya, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, sat quietly, her piercing blue eyes fixed on her plate. She seemed uninterested in the competition, her focus seemingly elsewhere.

Yet, Zarek couldn't help but feel drawn to her, her quiet confidence and air of mystery intriguing him.

The other candidates noticed Alpha’s fascination with Anya, their frustration grew. They tried to distract Zarek, to engage him in conversation, but their efforts were futile. Zarek’s attention was fixed solely on Anya.

Anya, aware of Zarek’s gaze, felt a surge of discomfort. She didn't want to be the center of attention.

As the breakfast continued, Anya became increasingly agitated. She could feel Zarek’s eyes on her, his presence a constant distraction. She tried to ignore him, to focus on her food, but his gaze was like a magnet, pulling her attention back to him.

Finally, Anya could take it no more. She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. "Excuse me, Alpha," she said, her voice laced with a hint of exasperation. "I need some air."

She stormed out of the dining hall, leaving the other candidates to gape in astonishment.

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Feeling overwhelmed by the intense atmosphere of the dining hall, Anya quietly slipped out and made her way to the garden. The cool breeze and the scent of blooming flowers provided a stark contrast to the tension she had just left behind. She needed a moment to collect herself and calm her racing heart.

The garden, with its winding paths and serene beauty, was a sanctuary. Anya found a secluded bench beneath a large oak tree and sat down, taking deep breaths to steady her nerves. The events of the past days swirled in her mind—the competition, the challenges, and the strange connection she felt with Zarek, the Alpha.

It's just a test. I can do this. I have to focus and stay strong.

As she gazed at the flowers swaying gently in the breeze, Anya allowed herself a moment of peace. The garden seemed to whisper words of encouragement, and she felt her confidence slowly returning.

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Deep within the heart of the ancient castle, a grand hall echoed with the hushed whispers of anticipation.

The air was thick with the scent of old books and aged parchment, a testament to the vast knowledge housed within its walls.

Five candidates stood at the center of the hall, their eyes bright with determination, their minds poised for the challenge that lay before them.

The grand hall of the castle, a vast expanse of marble and echoing silence, where the Alpha sat upon his throne, his piercing green eyes surveying the candidates below.

“Today, your intellect will be put to the ultimate test. You will face a series of intricate puzzles and riddles, each one designed to unravel your deepest thoughts, your sharpest insights, and the very foundations of your wisdom.” An unknown voice flew around the hall.

Each candidate was sent in a cube so no one could see what the others were doing. The stark, white cube, its walls shimmering with an otherworldly glow, where the five candidates of the Selection stood, their nerves on edge as they awaited the start of the intellect test.

The cube, a symbol of the testing grounds, seemed to amplify Anya’s anxiety, its sterile, echoing emptiness casting a long shadow over her anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chests, her breath shallow and rapid, her mind racing with a mix of fear and nervousness.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of clothing or the shuffling of feet.

As the cube's walls pulsed with an intensifying glow, Anya steeled herself for the challenge ahead.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and embraced the darkness within, the primal fear that fueled her determination.

“I will not allow myself to pass this test.” Anya whispered to herself.

The sound of a loud ring raised. The intellect test, a crucible of mental fortitude, was about to begin.

The first puzzle came in the form of a cryptic cipher, a code that had baffled the greatest minds for centuries.

The first puzzle, a cryptic cipher, presented a challenge that had eluded the greatest minds for centuries. It was a code woven with layers of complexity, a Gordian knot of symbols and patterns that defied easy decryption.

The symbols, ancient and arcane, seemed to dance and shift before Anya's eyes, their meaning hidden behind layers of obfuscation. The challenge was to unravel the puzzle, to decipher the code and unlock its secrets.

Pm aol dyskinesia plz ylk, pa plz h dyskinesia vm kvtpuhujl hulk mlhy.

Huk aoha pz aol dvysk dl chtwpylz dpss aoypcl.

Anya read out the question on the paper quietly, shekel the answer. “The alphabets are shifted for 7 letters, so it will be - If the world is red, it is a world of dominance and fear. And that is the world we will thrive.”

Zarek with distinct hearing as the Alpha heard the right answer coming from Anya’s red lips, he smiled.

Yet, after a few seconds, Anya still had not read out the answer loud. Instead she looked around the hall, hoping the other candidates could get the answer soon. And when her eyes reached those of the Alpha, she panicked and quickly avoided him.

The Alpha‘s eyes narrowed as he tried to piece together the puzzle of Anya's motivations. His mind raced, trying to understand the implications of Anya's actions.

The other candidates pored over the symbols, their minds racing, their fingers tracing the intricate lines.

“If the world is red, it is a world of dominance and fear. And that is the world we will thrive.”

The tension in the hall was palpable, the silence broken only by the crackling of torches and the distant, mournful cry of a lone owl.

The results were announced with a solemnity that befit the gravity of the occasion. Only one candidate could emerge victorious, the one who had proven their intellect, their wisdom, and their leadership skills.

The name was read aloud, a hushed whisper that echoed through the grand hall. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, the air thick with disbelief and admiration.

“Violeta Rlddle is the winner of this test.” The unknown voice announced.