Rheya POV
“You’re just a weak girl! You don’t deserve a pack!” Christian spit at me before kicking me in the face again. I couldn’t fight back, something was stopping me, I just sat there as he dragged me around the room. “You thought you could stop me? I can never be stopped!” He roared as he threw me a few more punches, busting my lip and cheek in the process. I did all I could do to protect my stomach; I can’t let him hurt her.
Then, I sat up, sweaty and out of breath. I looked around the room and let out a shaky breath when I realized I was home, with my fiancé. He must’ve felt me awake because he opened his eyes slightly and groggily spoke out, “You okay mi dea?” I whispered out a yes before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a snuggle. I haven’t had one of those dreams
