The Rejected Luna’s Revenge

Chapter 6

KARA'S POV

Sitting in the tub, I stared at the ceiling for a while. It had taken me five years to build all this on my own. Pride filled me again as I looked around the room. I sunk deep into the water as I thought about everything. Moving to a new city with a newborn had been hard, no one wanted to help us. It had taken a while for me to find a job, I eventually got one as a waitress which didn't really help, I couldn't even afford to feed myself but immediately Zala was old enough to start school, I started working at a district office. I had started building my company when Zala turned 2 and finished it when she turned 3.

Stepping out of the tub, I wore a thin nightgown and moved towards the bed, my footsteps are slow and quiet as if the weight of the day has settled in my bones. The bed is a huge king sized bed, it was my place of comfort and on it layed Killian, already half-asleep, his breathing even and rhythmic. I lowered myself onto the bed, careful not to disturb him too much, and held him tightly. The warmth of his body is comforting, a small anchor in the tempest of my mind.

The darkness behind my eyelids is a thief, robbing me of peace. Sleep came reluctantly, a fragile peace that shatters all too soon. The nightmare starts again, robbing me of a good night's sleep. The image of my dead son, held by Kimberly and Fenris, haunts me. This time, though, it isn't just him. My daughter is there too, her life slipping away like sand through their .The horror grips me, a paralyzing dread that seeps into every corner of my being. I run towards them crying and begging them to give her back to me but they only laugh in response. Zala holds her hands towards me crying.

“Mummy, mummy!” Her screams made it harder for me to breathe. “Mummy please help me, mummy!” Her screams become louder.

“Wake up.” She screamed again.

Killian's sudden movement jolts me awake. His hand shakes my shoulder gently but urgently. "Kara, wake up," he whispers, concern laced in his voice. I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest, and rush to the bathroom. The bile rises in my throat, a physical manifestation of the nightmare's terror. I barely made it to the toilet before vomiting, my body heaved with the effort.

Killian follows me, his presence comforting .He doesn't ask immediately, giving me a moment to collect myself as he rubbed my back. When I finally sit back, wiping my mouth with trembling hands, he kneels beside me, feeding me water as I rinsed my mouth.

"What was it this time?" he asks softly, his eyes searching mine.

I shake my head, refusing to meet his gaze. "I can't," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. The words lodge in my throat, too scared to speak. I know he wants to help, but some things are too much to share, too dark to bring into the light. He sighs before nodding.

“I need a minute alone.” Killian nodded and left me in the bathroom. The silence in the bathroom was loud. My chest constructed as I remembered the nightmare. Leaving the bathroom, my legs found their way to Zala’s room. I rubbed her little face as she slept. Not wanting to disturb her, I left the room quietly.

The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a pale glow over the room. I go about my routine mechanically, the motions already familiar. My daughter, a bright spark in the otherwise gray morning, chatters happily as we get ready for school. The innocence in her eyes made me smile, she would definitely be an awesome person when she is older.

As the car came to a stop at her school gate, I felt a pang of fear, I didn't want anything to happen to my daughter. She was my world and light. The nightmare's grip was still strong, but I forced a smile for my daughter's sake. "Have a good day, sweetheart," I say, bending down to kiss her on the forehead. She smiles happily as she nodded, kissing my cheek and hugging me tightly.

“You too, mummy.” She skipped off, her voice echoing in the crisp morning air as she joined her friends.

The drive to my office was uneventful, the city woke up around me. I tried to focus on the tasks ahead, the meetings and deadlines that will fill my day. But the nightmare still lingered,it was like a shadow that refused to go away. It was always there, lurking in the periphery, waiting for a quiet moment to pounce. I couldn't stop thinking about it, especially because my daughter was in it.

“Della, can I please have matcha green tea?” I said into the telephone.

“Yes ma'am.” She replied hurriedly. I had known Della for only a year. She was the best Personal Assistant I could ever ask for, she did everything right and quick without questions, that was what I liked the most about her.

My office was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where I could lose myself in work. The hum of the computers, the quiet murmur from the TV, the steady rhythm of typing, it was all a welcome distraction. I dove into my tasks, my mind clinging to the structure of my workday.

Yet, even in the busiest moments, the nightmare's presence was still there. It was a reminder of what I had lost, of the pain I had gone through. The memory of my son, and the fear for my daughter, are constant companions. I wondered if the pain would ever leave, if the nightmares would ever stop. But for now, I tried to focus on the present, on the things I could control.

I heard a knock on my door before Della entered holding a large cup. She dropped it on the table and smiled before turning around to leave. The cup felt very hot in my palm as I moved towards my window again. Staring downstairs, I slowly drank the tea. The warmth made my cold body warm instantly, making me smile.

The day passed in a blur of meetings and paperwork. This was a way of distracting myself from all that was happening to me, the nightmares, the constant memories that refused to leave.

“I’ll be leaving now, I have a meeting to attend to and I’ll go home from there.” I said to Della as I passed her desk.

“Okay ma'am.”

I took the elevator to the garage and spotted my car immediately. Driving out of the company, I drove to my therapist's office. I had been visiting the therapist's office for about two years since the nightmares started. I was given a sleeping pill to help me sleep better but it had only made matters worse which made me stop using it.

Parking my car in the parking lot of the hospital. I moved towards the therapist's office, the nurses were already used to my face and only nodded when I entered. I smiled back as I entered the familiar office, it was like a safe haven for me now.

I stared at the plain, beige walls of the office, my fingers fidgeting nervously in my lap. The smell of fresh coffee and roses did little to calm my nerves as I waited for the session to begin.

"Kara, how are you feeling today?" Dr. Bush asked, her voice gentle and soothing as she settled into the chair across from me. I had always wondered why her name was Bush but I never cared enough to ask her about it.

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "I... I had the same dream again last night," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Bush leaned forward, her brow furrowed with concern and curiosity. "The one about your son?"

I nodded, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "Yes, but this time it was different. My daughter was there, too."

"Tell me what happened," she urged, her tone encouraging.

I took a deep, shuddering breath. "I was at the pack again, everything was still the same as before, surrounded by them again. Then, I saw him, my son, lying on the floor, motionless. I tried to reach him but I couldn't, it was the same as last time, it was like I couldn't move towards him, everytime I tried he seemed to slip further away.”

I paused as the nightmare flashed through my mind. "And then, my daughter was there. They held her, hurting her while she screamed for help. She had never looked so horrified in her life. She just stared at me with these... these dead eyes as she begged me to help her but I couldn't. I tried to go to her, to make sure she was okay, but it was like I was trapped, unable to move."

Dr. Bush nodded, her expression still. "That must have been a very frightening experience. Can you tell me more about how you felt in the dream?"

I shook my head, the tears now flowing freely down my cheeks. "I felt so... so helpless. Like I was failing them both again, like I couldn't protect them again. And the guilt, the overwhelming guilt, it was suffocating and it kept eating at me."

Dr. Bush reached across the coffee table and gently placed her hand on mine. "Kara, I know this has been an incredibly difficult time for you, but you're not alone. We're going to work through this together, one step at a time so the nightmares would stop and never reappear again.”

I nodded, wiping at my eyes with the back of my free hand. "I just want the nightmares to stop. I can't keep reliving that moment, over and over again. It affects everything I do, I can't sleep or eat, I can't even concentrate at work."

"I understand," Dr. Sinclair said, her voice soothing. "But the first step is to talk about it, to process the trauma and the grief. Only then can we start to find a way to move forward.” She was wrong, talking about it didn't make me feel better, it only made everything worse, it made me remember everything again. I couldn't tell her the full story, I just couldn't bring myself to tell anyone the full story. Sometimes, my dreams would change to images of the previous Alpha's state after he died, it was horrible. And thinking about it only made me feel sick.

Soon I left her office but as the afternoon wore on, the fatigue set in. The sleepless night, the emotional toll of the nightmare, it was all catching up with me.

During a brief lull, I found myself staring out the window of the office lost in thought. The city sprawled out before me. I wondered how many others were haunted by their own nightmares, how many carried burdens no one could see. It was a sobering thought, a reminder of the shared human experience. If I had the chance to make a wish, I would wish that everyone suffering in silence would no longer suffer. It had always been my long time wish.

The workday finally came to an end, and I headed back to my car. The drive home was quiet, the city's hustle and bustle fading into the background. My head and eyes hurt as I thought about everything. Sleep seemed to run away from me, I needed rest, if I continued on like this I would only be destroying myself and I couldn't allow that. I still had a daughter to take care of.