BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 434: Gifted To The Alpha {2}

Chapter 434: Gifted To The Alpha {2}

A\N: Song For The Background ~ There’s A Ghost By Fleurie

DACE

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The moonlight slipped in from the windows just above her bed, the short light curtain dancing in rhythm with the wind. She’s out like a damn log and the comforter barely covers her body. I think she was too angry to take note that she actually wore my shirt because that alone could explain why she didn’t cut it or burn it. My lips twitched in a smile just at the thought then a frown found my features.

Here I was sitting like a creep and watching her sleep as casually as taking an evening stroll and I wasn’t the least bothered about it. What got me bothered were her actions, she got angry to the point she slapped me across my fucking face. Twice. I’m certain my men around were expecting me to be lethal after what she did but I remained collected and calm, I don’t fucking care she slapped me, believe me, but I’m more worried about why she looked me in the eye like I just broke her trust or something.

I never told her to trust me and she never should, maybe our little meeting at the waterfront made her think otherwise, well I will admit there was some connection to a point but then I remembered the reason for it all, the reason why she could be my very nemesis, it’s best to keep your enemies close especially one such as mysterious a this and tempting.

Knowing she was a hybrid was just a simple hunch and it proved right by Luthers and her reaction when I said it. I leaned further into the couch and spread my legs to get comfortable.

A Hybrid huh? Was she changed to a vampire when she was a witch? Well, I never heard of such cases like that, and probably that there is no way to turn a witch or am I wrong? I don’t know much about the witch society and as much as I hate it I need to dive further, the further I dive the more I get to know why Emma is connected to that night five years ago.

She might have just drunk-said it and it meant nothing... a part of my brain thought that and the other part kept replaying every emotion that sparked in her eyes anytime I did some things and when she looked at me.

’I’m still your pawn’

I winced at the thought of her words, it brought an ache to my chest that I refuse to acknowledge, I haven’t used her in any way... I just played the part I needed at the moment to get under Luther’s skin. What happened on our outing was a mutual understanding of the desire we feel towards each other and I didn’t take advantage of it, I was willing to stop if she said the words but she didn’t.

Then why the fuck was she angry?

Because of what I said about her being gifted to me? Did I take it too far?

With each thought I grind my molars so hard that a growl almost escapes me, I just can’t with this... all these thoughts messing with my head.

"N-No"

It was just a whisper, barely, but I heard it loud and clear. Emma’s peaceful features were now caught up in a deep frown, looking almost painful. "Please" she murmured and that got me up on my feet silently walking to her bed and tilting my head to the side.

She waved her head back and forth slowly, her chest rising and falling heavily.

Is she having a nightmare?

I sat on the bed watching as her hands gripped her chest like there was some sort of invisible pain there, and then the other moved to grip the left side of her stomach in a painful grip, she hissed and groaned holding so tight like she would rip the skin off herself.

"No!" her voice got louder and I could no longer watch... she had to be awake or else she might hurt herself. Why does that bother me?

"Emma" I tapped her cheek lightly. Ignoring how soft they were, how her hair caressed my hand and the need to dig through them and grip them.

Her eyes squeezed and then she sighed, her eyes half opening, I couldn’t tell if she was still asleep or awake, she still held her side but not in a death grip.

"Dace"

My entire body went numb and I had to blink to make sure I wasn’t hearing or seeing things right now.

She said my name. She said my name. She said my name.

"Here you are in my dreams again"

Whatever I was about to say came to a halt, she thinks I’m a dream, just like last time she thought she was fantasizing about me when I was actually the one that carried her drunk ass back to the mansion and told Singe not to say a word about it.

"Do you dream a lot about me?" I was intrigued now.

She smiled, not those carefully animated ones, a very genuine one like that day. The very one that got me numb and awe-struck, how her sleepy eyes highlight along with it and how her cheeks got fuller and puffy.

"This version of you sometimes" Her voice was sweeter and softer than the menacing one she always directed at me so I guess I was a different version in her dreams?

"What other versions did you dream about?"

Her eyes saddened and a feeling of regret found me because the hint of fear I saw was unnerving, snapping me back to reality and making this faint dream dissolve.

"You don’t have to talk about it" I dismissed.

"It hurts," she murmured.

"What hurts? Your chest?"

She shook her head and I narrowed my eyes, moving them to where her hand was still tightly gripped and I got the answer to my question.

"Can I see what makes you hurt?"

"I-I can’t"

"Why?"

"B-Because you can’t"

"Can’t what?"

She went silent and something told me this was the line I shouldn’t cross no matter how tempted I was to do so. I always push and push to the point where I know I can get under her skin and get a reaction from her. But right now with the level of vulnerability in her eyes, I can’t.

It’s odd... having a restraint for something, everything is an impulse for me but something... I don’t know what makes me have that fragment right now.

I inhaled. "I won’t ask, when you’re ready you tell me" With each word I frowned at myself, because this is not my usual way. I’m fucked!

"Close your eyes and sleep now"

She shook her head. "The demons will come back"

I couldn’t fight the smile this time. "I told you I will burn them all. Now sleep baby girl and let your demons burn"