All Chapters of Dream Dominant Collection: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 142: The Nightmare ReturnsTwo blue lines. My heart pounds like a jackhammer. How can there be two blue lines? I look to Jeremy. He has that 'deer in the headlights' look."Shasta, babe, this is shitty timing. You know it is. You can't seriously consider keeping it.""We're talking about a baby. Not an 'it.'"He rolls his eyes. "I know, I get it. But how can you do this? You're starting an action movie in just a few weeks." He holds her tightly. "I know you want this, hell, I want it, too. Just…not now. You can see I'm right about this."Wordlessly, we drive to the appointment he made. I feel like I'm in a bubble. Voices are muted. They're talking to me, but I can't hear them, don't want to hear them."Just relax, it will all be over soon."And the baby cries. Where is he? I can't find him. He needs me and I can't find him…The scene shifts, like carnival mirrors in a fun house. There's Jeremy across the crowded restaurant. He has that smarmy expression on

Chapter 144: Strangers"You know those things will kill you, right?"Rhys Cullen stared challengingly at his friend, took a long, exaggerated drag on his Players Medium, and blew the smoke into his face. "Good. Me soul was dead long ago," he quipped.As Rusty Davis drove the rented Ford Focus down the highway, he fought down the urge to punch his partner in the head. They'd flown from Los Angeles and rented the car in Vancouver."How much longer? Me arse went to sleep an hour ago," grouched Rhys Cullen."It won't be long now. See?" Rusty Davis pointed to the sign. Elliott Lake, 10 km."And you know the name of the rehab center where she's staying?"Rusty shrugged. "It's a small place. How many could there be?"In the past hour, they hadn't passed more than a few tiny settlements. Rusty privately worried about finding a gas station soon, but he didn't want to mention it to Rhys, who was in a foul mood already. Instead, the middle-aged man with a red crew-cut fiddled with the r

Chapter 146: Closing In on Their Quarry"You're sure you don't want to ride along?" Blake asked.Shasta shook her head. "No, it's family time. I'll meet them all properly when you get back.""What are you going to do all day?""I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe Bear and I will take a field trip over to Winchester. I could look for blueberries again and do some sketching."He watched her for a long moment. "Okay. But remember to stay near the water. Don't go any further than the trapper's cabin."Her smile was sweet. "Yes, Daddy.""And it might be a good time for you to work on your journal." That morning, he'd reminded her about the blank book he'd given her the day she made her decision, encouraging her to write about her dreams, and her experiences and feelings about being his submissive.Blake pulled her close and kissed her longingly. "I'll miss you while I'm gone."When he let her go, he saw a glimmer of pain in her eyes. She'd be leaving in a few weeks. What would h

Chapter 148: Meeting the FamilyShasta tried to ignore the anxiety that gnawed at her stomach as she peered into the mirror in Blake's bathroom to apply a second coat of mascara. He'd be back anytime with Jackie and the kids. Recalling the only other time they'd met, she felt mortified. The thought occurred to her that there were countless other people she'd treated exactly the same way over the course of her life. She sighed and replaced the wand into the mascara tube.When she and Bear had returned to the mainland following their outing to Winchester Point, she'd made a beeline for the shower, trying to make herself presentable for when everyone returned to the lodge. In the bedroom, she slipped into a deep purple tunic dress, skipping panties as she knew Blake required, and then returned to the bathroom for one last look in the mirror. Gazing at herself, she tilted her head to the right. The outfit wasn't her go-to armor, but she felt satisfied, nonetheless. Maybe Blake was

Chapter 150: PancakesShasta woke up early the following morning. While Blake snored softly, she tiptoed out of bed, pulled on her pink satin robe, and padded out to the refrigerator. She'd hidden her treasures in the crisper, hoping Blake wouldn't look there.Giggling softly to herself, she took out the container of blueberries she'd picked at Winchester the day before. They'd been amazingly easy to find—they'd been there the first day she'd visited the point, she just hadn't recognized them before they were ripe.Who knew that blueberries grew on squatty little scrubby bushes? She shrugged, mystified by the oddities of nature.From the pantry, she took out a box of pancake mix, retrieved the milk and eggs from the refrigerator, and using a large glass bowl she'd seen Blake use, she followed the directions on the back of the box to make thick, white batter.Next, she placed the cast iron skillet on the stove and lit the burner, dropping in a sizable chunk of butter as she'd seen B