THE REJECTED MATE AND FRACTURED ALPHA

Stella's POV. I woke up gasping for air, my heart beating so fast that it felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. I was sweating profusely, my body drenched in a layer of sweat that made my sheets cling to me like a second skin. What just happened? Was that real? Or was it just another dream? I looked around my room, taking in the familiar surroundings of my new home. Everything seemed normal, except for the throbbing sensation between my legs. I sat up in bed, still trying to catch my breath and clear my head. The dream felt so real, so intense, making it so hard to shake off the feeling that it was more than just a figment of my imagination. In the dream, I was in the arms of a man I had never met before, but I felt so safe with him like I had known him my whole life. We were in a room with dimmed lights and candles flickering in the background. His lips were on mine, and he was kissing me passionately, his lips moving in perfect sync with mine, as if we had been practicing for years. I could feel his hard body pressed against mine, his hands roaming over my curves, caressing me in all the right places. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and yet, it felt so natural, like it was meant to be. As the dream progressed, things got even more intense. He started undressing me slowly, his hands trailing over my skin, lit it on fire with every touch. I could feel his eyes on me, devouring me with every glance. He was so gentle, yet so rough, his movements perfectly synchronized with mine, as if we were dancing to a rhythm created by the sizzling energy. And then, just in one go, we were naked, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. I could feel his d**k pressing against me, hard and insistent, urging me to surrender to him completely. And I did. Oh, how much I did. The sensation was overwhelming, like a tidal wave crashing over me, pulling me under. I felt his hands gripping my hips, his lips on my neck, as he plunged deep inside me, again and again, filling me completely. I moaned his name, over and over, as the pleasure built inside me, threatening to consume me whole. And then, with one final thrust, I exploded in a sea of ecstasy, my body convulsing in pleasure. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed inside me. And then, it was over. I woke up, alone in my bed, the only evidence of my dream being the wetness between my legs. It felt so real, so vivid, that it was hard to believe that it was just a dream. Who was that man? Why did he feel so familiar, yet so unknown? And why did my body react to him in such a way? I had so many questions, and yet, no answers. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It was just a dream, I told myself. Nothing more, nothing less. But as I looked down at my body again, still perplexed, there it was, the aftermath of pleasure, I couldn't help but wonder. Was it really just a dream? Or was it something more, something that I had been waiting for my whole life? A man I had never seen before, and yet, he felt so familiar, like we had met in another life. It was strange, to say the least, but oddly okay at the same time. I mean, let's be real, who doesn't love a good dream about passionate s*x? It was exciting. A different kind of pleasure. I couldn't deny that it felt pretty damn good and real. Who was this man? I wondered again. Was he a figment of my imagination, or did he actually exist in my memory? It was all so confusing, and I didn't know what to make of it. And even though it was a little embarrassing, I couldn't be more proud of myself. After all, not everyone can say that they had an o****m in their sleep. I could still hear my heart thumping loudly against my ribcage and I took a deep breath, calming myself down. It was just a dream, I reminded myself. Nothing more. The door of my room burst open and the figure of my best friend, Celine, walked into the room with her usual exuberance. "Hey there, dream girl! What's going on?” she paused and then continued “You look like you just saw a ghost!” she quipped. I chuckled, shaking my head at her silly joke. "I wish, at least I had something to say" I paused, noticing her drawled brows. She seemed confused and that made the two of us. "What?" She plopped down on my bed. "I had a crazy night". I shook my head to fight off a shiver. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up there, missy! Why are you holding your crotch that way? Did your Ricky give you a little too much to handle? I suspect he's got a big d**k, doesn't he?" she teased, winking at me. She pegged him as Ricky, since we both didn't know what to call him. I blushed, feeling embarrassed at her joke. "Celine, come on, stop it," I scolded, playfully punching her in the arm. I was not sure if I wanted to tell her how real this dream was anymore. "Alright, alright, sorry about that," Celine said, holding her hands up in mock surrender. "Is everything okay, though? Do you want to talk about it?" I took a deep breath, feeling grateful for Celine’s concern. "Yeah, actually, I do. I had this really weird dream last night. . .” “But you have been dreaming about this guy since you were eighteen and that's almost two years ago. It could, it is. . .” Celine exclaimed with concern and a deep furrow appeared on my forehead as I became lost in thoughts.