Post-Apocalypse: Mated To Alphas Of Orion-Chapter 100: Dream or Reality?

(Amaia)

(100 Chapters done. This Chapter is for every reader who is reading and supporting me. Love you all and thanku)

"Are you afraid? Feel abhorrence because of who I am?" He asks, hurt crawling in his voice.

I stare back at him. This time without any hint of fear because I know he can sense it.

A little alteration in my heart rate, any sense of dread or panic he would be able to detect through the bond like I can with others.

All I feel is this attraction towards him from the moment I saw him chained in that dungeon.

"I don’t abhor you. I have been betrayed so blatantly that it’s difficult for me to trust," I truthfully say. "Give me time to figure this out. Both of us have demons we need to deal with before we can delve into a relationship. Why don’t we try and find a way to break that curse on you?"

I remember reading in that book about vampire curses, so there has to be a way for the curse on him to be lifted.

His smile darkens and his hands tighten around my neck.

"No! We won’t do any such things. Leave it be." With that, he releases me and takes a step back.

"Make up your mind Amaia. Soon I will inform others that you are my mate and even mark you in front of them so they can know you belong to me." His whole mood suddenly shifts and this could be because his captor doesn’t want him to come out of the influence he has been put under.

His words run deep, possessive, even dominating. It’s the aura and energy he exudes which makes me believe that he is older. I don’t know his exact age but he appears to be older than Alnilam and the twins.

The smile fades, and the body tenses. Just then, I hear the fluttering of the wings, and Zille comes zooming in through the open window. With a few more flutters, he settles on my shoulder and faces Rigel, letting out what seems like a warning caw.

Rigel’s eyes narrow at him and both seem to have a stare down.

"What are you looking at?" He asks Zille with such childish jealousy.

"Don’t start a fight with him." I shake my head, and this time, Rigel decides to obey.

"I will see you around, Amaia. Think about what I said." With one final glare towards Zille, Rigel steps closer and places a cold but gentle kiss on my cheek.

Before I can adjust he whooshes past me like a whirlwind, disappearing in a blink. My hair flies back while Zille lifts himself off my shoulder and flies away to his water tray to drink from it.

Every damn day adds to my problems. Situations get difficult instead of getting easier.

Moving along I place the rose Rigel has brought me on the side of my table. Although it has been splattered with blood, this is the first time a man has brought me a flower. The sentiment touches me, and no matter what, I can’t hate Rigel. I don’t even despise him. At some level, I believe and understand him.

He has made it clear that he doesn’t want me to probe into this cursed situation, but I am not someone to give up. What I saw in that dungeon can’t all be made up. My heart believes there is a truth to it. A bigger picture I can’t see.

My fingers brush against the soft petals of the rose and a smile tugs along the corners of my lips.

"I will set you free, Rigel."

With that, I drop myself on my bed and close my eyes, not having the energy to even change for now.

Zille squeaks and soon I feel his claws on my chest. He always sits so softly, never hurting me with them. My hands curl around him and he just snuggles with me.

I drift off into the valley of slumber.

Suddenly the black foggy mist has me covered. The feeling is so invasive as it claws into my flesh and heart, invoking fear. I try to move, but I can’t; I am paralysed, and a heavy burden seems to weigh my chest down.

Help! I try to scream but I can’t even form words or thrash. I just lay there, cold and dark. Even Zille’s warmth is missing.

"So she is trying to break the curse?" I hear an angry voice, the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you shiver.

"Yes!" A rich male voice answers.

"I wish I could smother her in her sleep, but no, where would the fun be in that. I want her to suffer for now. I have plans for her. That vision I had, I will never let it come true, no matter what I have to do." The voice is not only angry, it’s like the person holds deep resentment for me and bears ill will.

Why? I have never harmed anyone. Why is my life like that?

The thought unsettles me, it makes my heart bleed. The cold has numbed my brain, my senses, my body. I don’t understand this state.

It has to be a dream but it feels so real.

"Keep me informed." These are the last words I hear from that voice before it fades and that invasive feeling is lifted off my body.

I wake up with a shudder. It’s summer and yet I am trembling as if I am trapped in the middle of a snowstorm. My body jerks up and I sit straight and place my hand on my rapidly beating heart.

It’s running like a scared rabbit being hunted by a wild animal. Zille’s fluttering of wings catches my attention and he settles on my shoulder. His right wing shoots out and he gently touches my cheek with it as if assuring me I was safe and this was just a dream.

My hand clutches at my pendant and it’s still around my neck. Taking deep breaths I calm my agitated heart and just hug Zille to my chest.

Hardly, I have calmed down when I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s Alnitak. It’s not the gentle tap, it’s a hurried one which only he does.

"Come in!" I say.

Opening the door he enters with his enthusiastic smile and bubbly personality.

He spreads his hands, still in his trainer tracksuit and back, fresh from the practice. Even his sweat carries those invigorating feelings.

"If I may spend the night here?" He asks with a wink and my heart swells.

I needed someone and here he was.

Opening my arms I say, "Come."