Her eyes go wide. “What is…?” She trails off, her voice dissipating as her visage begins to fade.
And suddenly, she’s gone.
My head falls back, my body strung tight as agony simmers through my veins. For a brief moment, Serapina introduced me to a true fantasy.
Now, I have to face the nightmare of reality.
A nightmare where I once again realize that she’s not yet mine.
“Fuck,” I growl, my fists clenching as the illusion melts away around me. “Fuck.”
I’m so fucking tired of battling Hades for my right as an Alpha. But I’ll fight him for eternity if it means one day winning a kiss from my intended.
She chose me in her dreams.
Hopefully, she’ll choose me outside of them, too.
But the only way I’ll ever know is if Hades lets me see her.
Or if I teach her how to let me into the maze.
Next time you dream, Serapina, I’ll focus on finding you,I decide.Until then, I’ll be waiting for you in the dream world, my love…
Chapter 23
Sera
Morpheus,I think, searching for him as the world fades away.
And suddenly I’m staring at a ceiling adorned with crystallized flowers.
I blink, trying to determine what caused me to wake up. Or… or how I even fell asleep to begin with.
My brow furrows. The last thing I remember is following Hades in here and going to take a bath. Then… then nothing.
Glancing downward, I find myself in a gold silk gown, one that’s clearly meant for sleeping and not a dinner party. It’s not what I usually sleep in at all, which suggests that Hades dressed me.
But when did I fall asleep?
Swallowing, I try to push myself up, and come face-to-face with a three-headed beast.
“Oh!” I scramble back into the headboard, the pillowscushioning my abrupt scurry, all while the animal watches me curiously.
Two of them have their heads cocked, while the third—Ossa—gives me a goofy, pant-like grin.
I stare at them. “Erm.” I… I don’t know what to say or do. Are they going to eat me? Attack me if I move? Bark? “Hi?” I say uneasily.
Ossa’s jaws close, then open again to release a tiny little yip, one I’m pretty sure belongs to a puppy, not a wolfish beast.
Howl and Mort follow, releasing two varying sounds, but equally as, well,cute.
I blink at them.
And they blink back.
Then loll their tongues to the side in matching grins while Ossa pants happily.
I scoot a little closer to them on the bed—which I now realize is massive since the beast is only taking up the foot of it, and there’s still room to maneuver around them.
