CHAPTER 5

Gwen's pov

 

I lay on my bed, tears welling up in my eyes. I could still see Ava's jeering face in my head. I had been humiliated badly in front of him and in front of everyone. I wondered if he saw me get humiliated; I was probably going to remain a joke to him.

More tears flooded my eyes when I remembered what Brandon did to me. Brandon had been all over me ever since the first day he saw me with my nurse at the town square. He disgusts me a lot. He kept rambling about all the things his family had and how good he was going to make me feel if I gave him a chance to go out with me. I could sense he was a pervert. Several times after he tried to kiss me, I turned him down each time. He had yet to find a mate as well. I could have suggested Ava; they were both perfect for each other.

Brandon belonged to the Black Dove" pack; his family were members of the pack, not the alphas.

Brandon believed I was his mate, but all I could see in his eyes was pure lust; he was just another horny teenager.

Mine was "the white raven." We are more like a clan now; my dad caused disarray in the pack when he married my mom.

Though we were Omega's, the acting ruler of Dycan liked my dad. All packs were seeking refuge under the wings of the primordial pack. Several years ago, my kind had nearly gone extinct. Not until Derrick's grandfather, Hyres," saved us from the vampires and the powerful evil Fae. We all became a subsidiary of their pack, and we have never left the pack since.

I had kept myself all this time for my mate; I wanted to find someone I shared a special connection with. I was eighteen and had yet to find a mate and transition fully. I could only snarl and use my claws. I prayed my mate was going to be Derrick. I loved him from the first day I saw him at the castle. Dad had allowed me to tag along to see the alpha.

I had met Derrick in the garden, slicing and sharpening his arrows. His eyes were cold but gorgeous. He was the most handsome wolf I had ever set my eyes on. I was immediately charmed. I quickly hid behind a tree when he looked up in my direction. I had been too shy to face him. Without a word, he stood up and left like no one significant was there. I felt my presence had irritated him.

Derrick was too cool to be true, and the girls in the pack always wondered who was going to be his mate. She was so lucky!

I knew it was never going to be me; I was an omega wolf. My dad married an omega wolf by declaring himself an omega, which was rare; he was the alpha of his pack. He had done it because he loved my mom. He still remained the alpha, regardless.

I sniffed and covered myself up.

Something immediately caught my eye. I saw two glowing eyes glaring at me from the window. It soon disappeared, probably another teenage wolf who can't control their powers yet. I thought to myself.

"Anyone out there?." "I need a drink." "Right away, miss." A voice replied.

They brought in a cup of grape juice for me.

I had a few sips and suddenly felt drowsy.

             I was floating in the skies when I closed my eyes. I felt strong, warm hands resting on my thigh. I felt someone's weight on me. He smiled at me, and his eyes were captivating. He was hard to resist. I smiled back at the stranger.

Soft kisses brushed my face and lips down to my neck. It felt sublime. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I touched the stranger in my dream. I could feel his well-chiseled body in my hands; it was perfect. It felt chilly, and my body felt exposed. I was ecstatic; each touch took me to a different dimension. I soon began to moan.

It had been a while since I had a good dream. I always had scary nightmares that refused to go away. But this dream was different; I was in paradise.

He pinned down my hands and kissed me.

Just then, I felt a sharp, searing pain between my thighs. I yelped in agony. It all stopped suddenly. My

The stranger was gone.

I woke up in the morning all smiles. I recalled my weird dream the previous night.

I had enjoyed a good night's rest, but my sheets were messy. I stretched like a cat and tried to get up. I realized something was off; I was naked.

        I began to panic. It was probably not a dream. I went downstairs to the housekeeper; it had to be a dream. Whatever drink I had last night totally knocked me out. I had been unconscious all through the night. The servant apologized fervently. She had served me "drope". The deadliest alcohol in Dycan. It made the brain feel hazy. It was my dad's favorite drink.

I ran up to my room in panic. I checked one more time; nothing was off except the fact that I woke up naked and with messy sheets. I felt sour, but I didn't want to admit reality or accept it. It wasn't true. I kept telling myself

I turned to move away when my eyes caught the window. It was wide open, and there were claw marks on the chair of my dresser. A wolf was here. It dawned on me that it was never a dream. A silver ring gleamed in the sunlight on the dresser. I picked it up carefully and examined it.

My heart paused.

It was Brandon's.