Her Forbidden Mate

Meeting Him Again

Meeting Him Again

Like little diamond fragments, small droplets of water rained down from the sky, falling on the grasses. Camelia looked around the vast field, feeling utterly lost.

She knew this was just a dream. The same dream she had almost every night. At a distance an orchid tree stood tall, the only thing that could be seen for mile and mile away of this field.

Camelia shut her eyes, opening her arms and welcoming the rain. This was her safe haven. A place where no one could hurt her.

"Camelia." A sharp voice cut through the air.

Camelia's eyes snapped opened as she immediately spun around, her eyes darting around trying to find the source of the voice. But she was alone.

"Camelia."

The voice called to her again, but this time it sounded just beside her ears like a whisper. She spun around again, her senses now alert.

This had never happened before in this dream. For some reason, she felt like she was being watched as the hairs on her arm rose up. She rubbed her arms, suddenly feeling cold.

"Camelia!" The voice came from behind her.

She spun around again, but this time there was a woman there, all hooded in black. Her hair completely grey, red hollow eyes like they were dead, lips lifeless, skin pale. Her sunken cheeks only made her more terrifying.

Camelia took a step back terrified by the woman's appearance. But the next second she vanishes right before her eyes. Camelia released a sigh of relief, chuckling at the strange things her imagination were conjuring up.

But her relief was short lived, as the next second she felt a heavy force push her to the ground on her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror, as she immediately tried to get up, but she found herself unable to move.

She was mobilized and to further add to her horror, the woman appeared again, this time with a hot circular branding iron approaching her.

Camelia trashed, struggling to stand up, but her efforts were fruitless as the woman reached down the hot metal towards her back.

"Stop! Stop! Please, No No No...!" she pleased, her eyes now filled with tears.

Nothing was stopping the woman, not her cries or pleas as she pressed down the hot metal on Camelia's back.

"Ahhh!!!" A painful scream cut through her throat.

She could hear the sizzling sound and smell of her own burning flesh. The pain so unbearable that she felt herself passing out.

Just before her eyes closed, she saw it, a satisfied smirk on the woman's face.

"Ahhh!" Camelia screamed, sitting up as she awoke from her torturous nightmare.

Her wide, terrified eyes immediately scanned her surrounding. She was in an unknown, dimly lit, spacious room.

'Where am I?'

Her palm rested on the sheets of the bed. She was in black night gown, which was definitely not the one she had been wearing earlier. This was definitely not her room or her mother's room. Her mind immediately drifted to all the worst possible scenario.

Had she perhaps been sold off as a s*x slave? Were they going to harvest her precious organs?

"Do your mind always jump to terrible conclusions."

Camelia's head snapped towards the dark corner where the deap male voice had come from. She could only see the man's silhouette illuminated by the moonlight, barely peeking in through the window.

"W-Who are you?" She stuttered, still weary from finding herself in an unknown room, with an unknown man.

There was no response from him, which only made her tense. She watched as his silhouette began moving closer, towards the bed.

"Who am I," Ian repeated her question. "Just someone who happen to keep saving your little, pathetic life." he said, sounding irritated by his own words.

Now the soft light from the bedside lamp was illuminating his face, as he stood by the foot of the bed watching her.

"You! You're the guy who saved me the other night," Camelia exclaimed, her eyes filled with mostly surprise, but questions.

She didn't think she would ever meet him again after that night, and so soon.

"Did you bring me here? Where are we? Are we still in Blood moon pack?..." her questions kept on pouring without stop.

Instead of answering her query, Ian let out a frustrated sigh. His fingers went up to his shirt buttons, as he began undoing them, one after the other with a lazy pace.

Camelia immediately went quiet at seeing him undo his buttons. Her previous fear instantly returning when he climbed unto the bed. She held on to the sheets, dragging them up to her chest, her fingers clutching them tightly. Her heart racing.

"What do y-you think you're doing?!" her voice breaking with panic.

Completely ignoring her, Ian simply layed beside her, shutting his eyes.

"There's no wood to put on the fire, so if you get cold during the night, you can hold me," he said, his voice low. "Now sleep."

Speechless, Camelia sat there staring at him.

'He was just going to sleep. His not going to touch you,' she assured herself inwardly as she lied down on her side backing him.

'What happened after my punishment?'

She remembered that the whips ended rather abruptly, and earlier than expected.

Alpha Caden had later changed her punishment from getting flogged on the streets till sundown, to thorn whips for five hours. He had been trying to avoid any of the Pack's guest from seeing what was being done to Camelia.

Through her thoughts, she felt herself slowly drifting back to sleep again, and she welcomed it, hoping not to have another nightmare like the previous one.

The morning sun peeked into the room, through the curtains. Shining its gentle rays on the two figures lying on the bed.

Ian was already fully awake, but he remained lying on the bed. He glanced at the girl lying beside him, tightly clinging onto his arm with her legs wrapped around one of his leg.

She looked almost like a tiny monkey in his eyes. A small smile played on his smile. He gently brushed her hair away from her face.