The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
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Chapter 22: transfer of emotions
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Mattel’s never slept so well in the twenty nine years he’s been alive, as he does now.
Born with the curse of being permitted to command all those wraiths, terrors and horrors that haunt the minds of men,
Mattel had learned, early on, that being able to command something did not mean the same thing as being immune to those same terrors.
Most nights, ever since he’d manifested his curse side effects as a young child, he’d found his dreamless sleep plagued by the same terrible things that he can command unto others.
As he’d explained to Regina, these shadows cannot kill him the way he can kill others with them. But that does not change the fact that, each night, he nearly dreads sleep with the anticipation of an endless, all-consuming despair.
Even if the terrors don’t visit him every night, the nights when he is given the brief reprieve, he spends trembling in fear, anyway, teeth grit and back ramrod straight, bracing
