บททั้งหมดของ Taming the Big Bad Alpha: บทที่ 311 - บทที่ 320

Olivera woke up with a sense of dread churning in the pit of her stomach. She had just had a horrible dream, and the memory of it lingered like a dark cloud over her mind. As she lay in bed, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, Olivera felt a wave of panic wash over her. Her chest tightened, making it hard to breathe, and she struggled to control the rising panic that threatened to overwhelm her. The dream had been vivid and unsettling, filled with images that made no sense to her. She tried to piece together the fragments of the dream, to understand its meaning, but it felt like trying to grasp at smoke. Vampires and what-nots. What was all that? What was the dream trying to convey to her? Her emotions were in turmoil, like a storm raging inside her. Fear, confusion, and a sense of foreboding mingled together, creating a tangled web of emotions that she couldn't untangle. She still remembered the words that she had exchanged with the jaguar man, Mezon. For some reason,

Olivera told Vee about her dream absentmindedly, her thoughts were too filled with the knowledge that her wolf hated her. That for some reason, her wolf was different from the wolves of the others, the others that seemed in love with their human selves. Why was she always different? Olivera wondered. Why was her fate so cursed? What had she done to warrant the saucy attitude that her wolf had given her? Vee had tried to know what had happened, who had encroached her mind, but she had advertently switched the topic back to her terrifying dreams. She knew though that Vee wasn’t one to give up. He would come demanding an answer to his earlier question soon. Perhaps after the talk after the dream. “You said you had this dream before?” Vee was speaking now. He had taken a minute of silence after the narration to check his archives of knowledge and know the best response to give his mistress. “Yes, three times in the past two weeks.” A pause. “Then it is to be considered. Would you te

Raul had awoken when Olivera had stirred awake in her room. Her muted cry for help had resonated through the bond and had aroused him from the sleep that had been plagued by Olivera in his bed without clothes, writhing under him. The boner-a constant feature in his life now-had died away when he had felt the terror that had swum over the mate bond. He had quickly donned a polo and a short for he usually slept naked, and ran out of the room. He had paused at the door for a second, to take a deep breath, not knowing what to expect in the room. Olivera had kept lying to his face for the past two weeks, and after she had butted him out of her mind those weeks ago, he had resolved not to attempt it again, believing that she would open up to him when she was ready. But he didn’t think he could wait any longer. This time he would have to force his way through even if it meant being in her bad books for a while longer. This was the third time she was waking up in terror the past two weeks

Olivera’s mind was divided in the meeting that Raul had called five minutes ago, probably because the meeting hadn’t yet started. Nick was yet to come. What was taking him too long? She wondered, suddenly aware that her hand had come to rest on her stomach. Quickly, she removed it, and any inclination either in face or mood that would show that she was pregnant. Although Raul had promised that he had clothed her with some scent that would make the others oblivious of her state, she still added her own extra precautions. After all he had been the same one that had promised to hold her straight and well during the transition, and yet she had gone into an unconscious state. ‘Olivera, it wasn’t my fault.’ Olivera heard this through the mind link, and scoffed, putting up her mind walls. Vee had mentioned that they be up at all times, even if not at full strength, so that she would be able to tell if the vampire was trying to infiltrate her mind, so that the latter wouldn’t be able to j

“Olivera, do you perhaps know why your mother had been used, why she had tried to tempt you into killing? And do you have a taste for blood, seeing as your dream has depicted that?” Seth’s question which seemed off point threw Olivera off balance. These were questions she had been asking herself for a while, apart from others, and she had no answers to them. “Seth, that isn’t what we are discussing now.” Raul enthused, but Seth shook his head, annoying an already annoyed Raul. “It might help. You see, in the dream, Olivera could put out the vampire stain from the jaguar's head, without killing him off, without listening to those evil creatures around. What if there was the presence of another species apart from the vampires that also drink blood, but not to kill. I think that’s what I had been able to deduct from the dream. The separate species that she was in that dream, that can turn into white hot light. The light alone indicates the presence of magic too. It’s nothing else. Anc