Chapter 11

“No! Please don’t” I begged. I found myself naked in a dark room with dim lighting coming from a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. I tried to get up and pull my arms around myself, but I couldn’t. They felt weak as I tried to pull them but gave up when I realized they were bound to the wall by chains. The chains must be laced in wolfsbane or silver as my wrists and ankles burn with every move I make. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but too scared to let them fall.

It smelled so bad in this room. It smelled like sweat and old dried blood and fear. It did not look like any room I was used to. Maybe a cell or basement? The walls were a dark greyish brick, damp with moisture trying its hardest to seep through its old crevasses. I do not remember how I got here but I was terrified. I begged and pleaded with tears in my eyes and tear stained cheeks, for them to leave me alone and let me go, but it was of no use.

In the middle of the room, I can see a table or more like a hospital bed. What’s that for? It looked dirty, like it's been here for years. It has no pillow and one sheet covering it. There’s blood on it. I start panicking thinking it could be my blood. I tried hard to think and feel my body mentally for bruising or penetration. All I know is I hurt from head to toe and every place in between. What did they do to me?

I couldn’t tell how many were in the room, all I knew was that I was exhausted. I wanted Johnathon badly, where was he? I tried to mind-link him, but nothing would push through. The harder I tried the more my head hurt until I couldn’t take the pain anymore. Why isn’t he coming to save me?

“What do you want? Please let me go. I don’t belong here” I cried again. It was of no use. It’s like they couldn’t actually hear me anyway. I could hear them talking in the distance but couldn’t quite make out, exactly what they were saying. It was like I was in a trance and my wolf hearing wouldn’t work. Even my wolf strength wouldn’t come when I beckoned and pleaded for it to. All I know is I do not belong here. I can’t reach my wolf Karin. I can’t reach Johnathon. I can’t reach anyone. I wanted to cry.

Suddenly, I had the scariest feeling I wasn’t alone. Someone or something was in here with me. Close to me. But where? I can’t find them. Then, just as quickly as I felt them lurking, I felt a dark looming and frightening presence behind me coming out from the shadows.

The closer it came the more I tried to get away from it… or who. I fought but it was no use. I was too weak, and the chains just burned into my skin. Whoever it was kept coming closer and closer. It seemed like eternity before they physically reached me. I now felt their hot breath on the back of my neck and then a small kiss. “Pleeease… don’t do this” I whimpered. His kiss was sloppy and disgusting to feel.

But he kept kissing me. Then placing his arms around me with his hands now on my bare breasts hard like he was taking a piece of meat possession. “You will be mine. You will be my mate.” Over pronouncing every will, as he said in a deep darkening voice that left me trembling in fear.

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“Timber! Timber wake up!” Johnathon yelled as he shook me. I sat straight up with sweat pouring off me from head to toe. I was soaked in it. Confused I looked around with eyes as round as saucers frightened and disoriented breathing heavily and without real rhythm. I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got there.

When Johnathon tried to touch me, I screamed, pushed him away and jerked backwards against the headboard, breathing erratically terrified. “J-Jo-Johnathon?” I stammered out. “Yes. Baby. It’s me. You’re ok. You’re with me now. Everything’s fine. You had a nightmare?”

Concern was evident in his dark emerald eyes. Calming myself down I said yes. I tried but I couldn’t tell him what happened in the nightmare, so he just held me close telling me he was with me now and no one was going to hurt me. I calmed down and heard Karin whimper with his words of soothing affirmation. ‘Karin? Where did you go? I thought you left me.’

~Timber POV

When Johnathon came running into the kitchen and said ‘mine’ in my ear before turning me around pulling me closer into him and then laid the most passionate kiss on me in front of everyone I almost died at their thoughts before I gave into his luscious, sweet lips. He felt so good. It felt so right that I allowed myself to give into him. At that moment, I did give in and he picked me bridal style and carried me upstairs into the bedroom. It almost felt like his wolf was in more control than him.

It seemed like seconds before we reached the door, he closed it with his foot still kissing me. I tried to tell him I was a virgin, but somehow, he already knew. He probably could smell it. I’ve been told Alpha’s have a better sense of smell and can smell things others can’t, like pregnancies and pureness.

His wolf was in control at times I could tell, but he was just as gentle and sweet with me as Johnathon was. When he marked me, I’m not going to lie, it hurt. But then the most intense pleasure hit me body and I couldn’t help but crave more of him.

I got so caught up in the moment that without even thinking, or asking at that, I sat up with canines out and marked his old-mated spot. He did not seem to mind at all as he thrust harder and deeper into me as he spilled his love seed into my body.

I felt such euphoria and never wanted to leave this moment. Leave him. He kissed me gently as we both eventually slept holding and caressing each other.

And then, when I woke up from my nightmare, I was so thankful he was there to hold and comfort me. I wanted to tell him about my dream, but I was still afraid of what happened in it. It felt so real, and it terrified me. To my core.

I have never had a nightmare like this before. It seemed as though; I was being shown something to come. Some event that has not yet happened. And the thought of this coming true terrified me even more. I know I needed to tell him, but I just cannot get myself to relive it right now. I need to know what it means and make sense of it first.