His Cursed Mate!

A Lucid Dream!!

~Jazabell~

After spending an hour with Vera, she left because the Alpha Called!

To my surprise, I ended up falling asleep on her bed. It was odd of me, but after a six-hour sparring session with Anthony, I think my body needed the rest. When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat, tears rolled down my eyes and I felt like life was being drained out of me.

I don’t know what that dream was, but I had this very lucid dream. Strangely it was me, but with someone I’ve never seen before. His perfect dimple smile. His scent of apple orchards, silky dark blonde hair buzzed at the sides and perfectly styled on top. His blue eyes sparkled with a silver ring around his iris, but he did things to me. My body hummed with the need to touch him. The feeling was unusually strange and overwhelmingly intense. Kinda like what I had experienced watching Vera and Stark in the hall just a few hours ago.

I closed my eyes, remembering the way his hand felt in mine. Warm and inviting. The scent of apples…crisp and sweet, but not sickly sweet.

My body thrummed at the memory.

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous thought of how one single person could have such power over you! I couldn’t stay in her room any longer, so I made my way back to my bedroom.

I kicked off my booties and threw them in my closet and took my combat boots out. I slipped out of my skirt and leggings and put on a pair of dark grey camo joggers and a plain black t-shirt.

Everyone was out and about doing their own thing on a Friday evening. While I felt restricted and agitated, the need to punch and kick something was potent. That dream felt so real. Like I knew him. Like I had lived it before.

The feeling rocked me through my core, but I just couldn’t understand why. Who was that gorgeous man? And why was I having such erotic dreams? At first, it was just glimpses of him, his face, or his smile. They were innocent. But as I got older they grew more erotic, his torso bare of clothing as he traced my spine with a delicate finger.

I rubbed my aching chest, trying and failing to calm my erratic heart beat and shaking hands. I tie my boots, tuck in my shirt and pull my belt tight. I ran out of the girls' wing and down to the field house gym.

The pack warriors have punching bags and I desperately needed to blow off this pent-up steam and the obvious s****l frustration I was feeling. But I guess I wasn’t the only one that had the same idea.

Before I do anything, I run a few laps to get the blood flowing and warm up my aching muscles and try but failing miserably to not think…………of him. Warming up my already heated body. I wish I didn’t have body heat that rivaled the sun. After my fifth lap, I let myself drop to the floor when suddenly I heard the gym doors open. I peaked, but couldn’t make out the figure walking towards me.

I guess I wasn’t the only one that needed to release pent-up frustration. But then the scent of musk and freshly cut grass hits my senses. Jace……

“I see I wasn’t the only one with the same idea?” He says, looking down at me.

I moved my arm from my face and looked up at the blonde assassin. Jace is lethal in more ways than one………he has stunning good looks, he towers over me at six feet four inches. He’s strong and lean, not buff and bulky, but ripped as hell.

I looked up at his mismatched eyes. One green and one blue. He lifts his left brow at me. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?” he asks with a chuckle.

I growl and my wolf is angry. I don’t know why, but since he’s here, I don’t mind a sparring partner and better yet, but none other than the lead assassin of the pack.

Jace flashes me his signature half smirk and pulls me up. Guys have that smirk on lock down.

Already in a fighting/defensive stance. I crouch with my hands defensively in front of my body.

The thing about the assassins is that there are only three assigned in the pack and Jace is the lead. He circles me like prey. He’s fast trying to kick my feet from under me, but I jump and kick the back of his knee. You see, I also made it a mission to be able to throw it down with the best in the pack.

Jace laughs. It’s sexy and throaty and it suits him perfectly. He faces me now and swings his right arm towards my face. I quickly dodged his fist by a sminch. He was also wicked fast.

He delivers fast punches and kicks. He even got one to my stomach. I groan at the impact. “Ugh” I snarled.

He laughs again. “Ah what’s wrong, Princess? Wolf got your tongue?”

Now I'm pissed. Jace also loved to talk s**t to you while he fought you. It was his way of playing cat and mouse with you. Once he had you in front of him, Jace played with you with precision. Hence, why he is the lead assassin, Jace loved to play with you and had no qualms about it. It was a typical Jace move.

“f***k you very much Jace. Come on and hit me already?” I growled as I punched him with my left and right fist swiftly on his sides.

He loved to bait his opponents. It was one of the things that made him so deadly, because once he had you right where he wanted you, he’d take you down in a nanosecond. Like now. When I didn’t realize that he moved so fast, he grabbed me by the waist, flung me to his front and had me on my back in the blink of an eye.

“Damnit,” I huffed, Jase also loved to distract you.

Jace chuckled at my misfortune and his perfectly mismatched eyes glowed like liquid gold. He drops to look me in the eyes and kisses me hard on the lips.

He was an excellent kisser and may the Goddess be with his fated mate because she was really in for it. Jace was literally s*x on a fu.cking stick. He oozed s**x appeal and I mean I do have eyes and wolves always run around half naked sometimes because they are “hot”, high body temperature and all, but apparently I’m the one that needs dinner dress codes.

We’ve made out a few times, but I try not to really mess around with the pack. Jace has always been a looker. Girls go crazy for him and I mean I get it, I do, but I was also kind of jealous that he would go all the way with a select few, but not try a single thing with me. He always stopped right before it got heavy.

“Oh Jace,” I said with a smile on my face and he smiled back. I kick my feet out towards him and Jace goes flying back a few feet, landing right on his se.xy ass.

I hear him groan and chuckle. I got up and went to help him up. “You good?” I asked as I gave him my outstretched hand. He nods. “Peachy. You just had to get that blow in, didn’t you?”

I shrugged. “A girl’s gotta do what a girls' gotta do.” I winked and walked away and left Jace behind…

I didn’t have a specific destination in mind, but my mind kept replaying that damn dream.

I head back towards the first level of the school and go to the library. We don’t have many restrictions because my parents have eyes all over the school. The pack takes shifts to patrol the perimeters, getting them used to doing rounds for when they go back to pack territory. We’re on acres upon acres of land. It’s pretty big around here. It’s a quiet town, but the private school grounds is protected by magic wards, top of the line cameras with heat sensors, and electrocuted gates just in case anything ever got brave and tried anything. Not that magic wards couldn’t stop it because they were protected by the elements thanks to the Fae Queen and King. We’ve never been ambushed, thank the goddess and I hope that day never comes.

I walk to the computer in the center of the library and type one single word. Dreams and hit enter. I swear to the goddess theirs over three dozen books that pop out of their places. Great…

But I couldn’t shake off the dream. I still felt his lips against me. Even if Jace had just slammed his lips on mine just a moment ago. It wasn’t Jace’s lips that I was feeling on mine. It wasn’t his scent that filled my lungs. It was that handsome man.

So I pull out a random one and the closet to me and sit my ass down and being to read.

Dreams are stories and images that our minds create while we sleep. They can be entertaining, fun, romantic, disturbing, frightening, and sometimes bizarre.

They forgot erotic, because that dream was so intense. I just couldn’t explain it.

So I continue. They are an enduring source of mystery for scientists and psychological doctors. Why do dreams occur? What causes them? Can we control them? What do they mean?

There are several theories about why we actually dream. Are they just a normal part of our sleep cycle or is there a deeper meaning?

The possibilities include:

Unconscious desires and wishes,

Random signals from the brain.

Yeah, this wasn’t going to do it for me. I shoved this one back in its place and pick another one.

This one looks like it has been through the ringer. I open it and begin to read it contents.

Dreams are our body’s way of telling us something we need to know………

Finally, we’re getting somewhere. Sometimes dreams tell us what we have already gone through on a given day, but sometimes they tell us things that we normally can’t remember.

Some dreams are tied to a past life………

What?

Like reincarnation?

That seems a little bazaar. But I am taking this book with me. I delete the entry and all the books go back to their places. I walked back to the entrance and headed back for the girls' wing with the book in hand.

I wasn’t sure what it was that I was dreaming and why? But it felt like I knew him. And maybe just maybe this book was going to help me figure it out.