Viktor

My mind is filled with thoughts of the witch or witches near the border. As long as we can pinpoint their location, we can handle it.  I’m deep in conversation with Flash on the witch issue that I don’t recognize the cold feeling slowly creeping up my chest.

An icy chill has a shiver running down my spine and I notice that feeling that has taken root in my chest. It’s been years since I’ve felt this emotion it’s… foreign to me. Why am I feeling this?

“What -” I start.

“Mate,” Flash whimpers. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m rushing out of my office and back to her. I don’t know what’s going on but she’s scared.

I throw the door open I step forward, ready to find her, help her, be with her. I’m ready to cradle her in my arms. I find my mate tangled in her sheets, sweat coating her body, her eyes closed tight as her body stills. The fight leaving her body causes something to break in my chest. Her hands claw at her neck as she fights to breathe.

Running over to her at the bed, I sit down and slowly touch her. “Baby girl…” I gently shake her. “Come back to me,” I whisper.

Her eyes finally fluttering open to see me, her first expression not of welcome or relief but of panic, and she moves like she’s trying to put distance between us. She’s thrashing desperately, her eyes open but not yet seeing.

A wrenching sound comes from her—she’s crying, no, she’s screaming. Her chest is heaving with dread, her throat exposed to me, her entire body tight with fear and vulnerable to my will.

What I feel was shocking but I mentally welcome it. I have this urge to take her. To take what I want. To bind her to the bed and make her mine. To mark her.

The need to feel her body beneath mine is so strong, I fight Flash and myself from violating and penetrating her body. I’m hard. I’m restless and blind with the need for her. My cock aches with it, aches for her.

What’s happening to me? I don’t know what it is or what’s coming over me. This isn’t the real me. I mentally shake off the sickening thoughts running through my mind.

***

Kacie

Someone’s screaming. I open my eyes but all I see is darkness. I blink a few times before I realize I’m the one screaming. I feel him before I see him. His hands wrapped around my shoulders gently. Looking into his eyes, I lean into him and I feel his fingers wipe away my tears.

I wait for my hands to stop shaking. I was there again. This is my second nightmare since coming here. I thought I’d be free of him when Beta brought me here but I can’t even close my eyes without seeing him.

That night Viktor rescued me but this time he didn’t come. I was in Alpha’s room again… grabbing that red dress but this time… no one came. A shiver runs down my spine.

The bed is cold and I feel myself going numb.

“Don’t let him come between you and Viktor,” Athena purrs. His name gliding off her tongue.

“I’m trying,” I whisper between sobs. “It’s so hard… what we have with him is so… amazing.. but-”

“No buts, Viktor isn’t Alpha Ken,” Athena corrects me.

“I know, of course, I know that but a part of me doesn’t know…” I cry.

He holds me close to his chest and pulls my small body into his arms. We just sit there, my face in his chest, his arms holding me protectively.

“Kace, are you going to tell me what that was about?” Viktor stops to clear his throat, “I need to know what’s going on, I felt what you felt, whatever that was.”

We pull away and I fight the urge to keep my eyes on the bed. I stare up into his obsidian eyes and they stare back at me.

“I… I was dreaming about Alpha Ken,” I whispered.

“It was only a dream, you don’t have to be afraid of him, you don’t have to be afraid of anything anymore,” he reassures me.

I shake my head.

“It wasn’t just a dream. It was the night that you took me away from that place…” I trailed off.

His hand squeezed my hand to encourage me.

“That night when you and Beta came to the house, you interrupted him. In my dream, I was back in his room, only this time, you didn’t come.”

“He… that night he… he hurt me master and I don’t know if I can recover from what’s happened,” I continue.

“What can I do Kacie? How can I make you feel better?” He asks me and I feel my heart trip.

There’s nothing he can do. It’s me. It’s my problem. I’m at a loss for words as I stare at the man in front of me.

“It’s sick but… erase him for me,” I beg.  He swallows.

“How would I do that?”

“I want you to make me yours, erase him from me, touch me where he’s touched me, make me forget his name,” I plead.

“That’s so… that’s fucked up,” he tells me.

“I know it is,” I say it like it’s nothing like I’m asking for a cup of hot coffee on a cold day like I’ve had a rough day and all I need is a hug.

“He hurt me, and I need you to make it go away, the memory, the nightmares, the dreams, Master,” I beg.

He gets up and I’m afraid he finally realizes how sick I am, finally had enough of me. I drop my head in defeat.

My eyes snap up when I hear clothing drop to the floor. He’s undressing and my heart hammers with excitement. My body is eager.

When he turns to me, warmth is gone, his eyes black eyes cold.

“I’m a bad man, baby girl,” he informs me.