why are you like this 18
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Chapter 18
Rachel POV
That night was a good night for the family; even Doc joined in the fun. He got some of the money, and my brother welcomed him to the family. Sure, another person joining in the fun and in the family. I slept for only a little bit that night. I kept dreaming about the same man who was in my dreams the night before, but this time, he was angry. I'm not sure why, but he was very upset about something. He held his hand out to me and said, "I need you to come to me right now. I can't live without you anymore. Where are you? Come with me, please, Rachel. I will protect you, I promise." But when I reached him, he was gone. He sounded like he was sad and angry. I wondered what happened to him for him to sound like this. But then I woke up, drank some water because I was really thirsty from the dream, then went back to sleep, and once again, he was there. I needed to know, I needed to ask him before he left me again. This time, when he reached his hand out to me, I asked him,
"What happened to you? Why do you sound so sad and angry? Why every time I try to grab your hand, you vanish from me? If I am important to you, why do you leave me?"
He didn't say anything to me; he just stood there with his hand held out to me. Why is this happening to me? Why do I always end up like this in a dream? It's just what it is, just a dream. So, I finally walked over to him to try and grab his hand, and once again, he vanished. I give up; I just freaking give up. Fine, leave, like you always do. I don't have time for mind games, and that's what you're doing. You're playing games with me, and I don't have time for this. Tomorrow, I'm going to choose a chosen mate, and then he will be out of my dreams for good. I'm tired of dreaming of a man that I will never meet. It's just what it is, just a dream.
Alpha Cole POV
I don't know what it is, but I keep dreaming of this girl. I don’t need another female who is going to betray me. Every time she reaches for my hand, I leave her standing there. This time, she asked me what happened to me that I sound so sad and angry. Why do I keep leaving her when I reach my hand out to her? Why does she ask? I want to teach women a lesson - don't betray your mate. I had a mate. I thought I was her everything because she was my everything. But after three years together, she started leaving for a few hours at a time. When she did, I felt like the end of the world because I started feeling the pains of betrayal. When I finally confronted her about it, she admitted that she was in love with someone else. She tried fighting it but just couldn't fight it anymore. She had another mate, she chose him and rejected me. Now it's been over two hundred years, and I keep dreaming of this female. My wolf Night kept telling me that this girl is different, give her a chance. Nah, I'd rather not. I'd rather not get hurt again. I called for my beta after I saw the email about the battle arena.
"Hey John, I got an email about a battle arena that's in five months. Want to go to it? Should be fun battling other betas and alphas."
"Yeah, sure, man. I'll go. I'll talk to a few more people and see what they say about it. You still haven't been to those dreams. You got dark circles under your eyes, man."
"Yeah, I am. So I'm going to try and take something to put me out tonight. It's the only way not see her in the dreams."
"You know, not all women are like that, Cole. But who am I to tell you that? Alright, I'm heading out to talk to some of the pack and see if they want to do this thing." I know he means well, but he wasn't the one that went through the pain of betrayal. It's like stabbing knives going through your body, and you know what's going on, but you can't stop it. I won't let that happen again. I sat back, lighting up a cigarette. I took the first puff of it. I don't even know why I smoke these things. I don't even like them. I need to start training for this battle arena thing. And if this guy called out Mercury Black, I feel sorry for him because Mercury is going to kick his ass. I've heard so many stories about that man. I never met him. I don't think I ever want to meet him in a bad way. I would want to be on his side. Other alphas are scared of him, but this dude is crazy. Could he be the one that finally puts the one and only Mercury Black down? s**t, I'll be there even if my pack won't be, because I'm going to need to see this.
Rachel's POV
It was the next day, and we were heading to Bear's pack. He didn't bring Asher because he didn't want him to bark and ruin everything. I think he was a sweet dog—a bit hungry but sweet. We were at the edge of the pack when four guards came to meet us. I couldn't keep my eyes off the one with short brown hair; he was a little cutie. He looked at me, smiling, and then said, "Hi."
"So boss, any news on when you are coming back and destroying that ass hole? You know he’s building this arena so others can fight and bid on who is going to win."
"Yeah, I know. But I have a different plan. I bought land from Isaiaha, the mafia king. Our houses are almost built, including the pack house. What I want all of you to think about is if you want to stay here or come with me. If you decide to come with me, then leave in the middle of the night so he won't see you. I don't want this old pack land; it's dying because of him, and when he finishes, everything will be dead. You will have your freedom there—of course, there will be rules, but not harsh rules. Everyone will have their own house until you find your mate, and you will live together."
"Boss, you know my answer already. We are going with you. We will leave tonight."
"Meet us at the mafia black's pack; it's an hour away from here. Just a straight line. They will keep us safe until we get our pack up and going. Be careful, and we will see you later tonight. Let the other members know—it's their decision to leave. I'm not forcing them. Let’s get going before he finds out what's going on."
"Alright, boss. See you in a few hours." I didn't realize they had finished talking. I couldn't stop looking at this guy. Goddess, I hope he comes too. Then I'll talk to him about being chosen mates. I wonder how it would feel with him on top of me and in between our legs. Geez, what am I thinking? He's not even our mate, but who's to say if that guy in my dreams is my mate. It's not like I'm ever going to meet him—every time I get even close to him, he leaves. This isn't a cat and mouse game; these are feelings, and it's driving me crazy that I can't see his face. We made it back to the house. I was nervous. If he doesn't come with the others, I’ll need to think about another plan.
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