My wedding night My nightmare

Lola P.O.V

I turned around, trying to find my way out of the bed from the other side, but his reflexes were sharp. He was one step ahead of me, grabbing the corner of my nightgown. I fought back with all my might to break free from his grasp. Then I quickly ran off.

He stormed over from the other side of the bed and roughly yanked me back onto it by my arm. Towering over me, he ripped my nightgown off in one swift motion. I only felt a cold sensation on my skin as I struggled with embarrassment and anger, shouting,

“Ragnar, as the future Alpha of the Livingston army, how can you bully a weak woman like me?”

Ragnar was unmoved by my words and struggles, pinning me down with his muscular body and whispering coldly in my ear,

“You married me, and now you are my mate. Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind. It’s too late.”

Now he stripped me of all my clothes and warned me menacingly,

“You better behave this time, or your fate will be the same as theirs.”

As he spoke, my heart turned to ice. What did he mean by “theirs”? Who were they? Did he mean the fate of his previous six wives who couldn’t survive their wedding night? Fear consumed me as I stared at his blurry face in front of me.

Clenching my teeth, I dared not make another squeak. His movements were violent and savage, with no regard for the fact that I was a lady. I failed to break free of his grip, and hence I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his assault.

Eventually, exhaustion overpowered me—or perhaps it was more accurate to say that I was tortured into unconsciousness by this man on top of me.

In my dream, flames raged around me, and in the distance I saw my sister Calista, reaching out to me, pleading for help. She admitted to having been a terrible sister, always tormenting and bullying me. She begged me to save her, to keep her from dying or being disfigured.

But just as I reached out to grab her, a flame shot up and consumed her entirely.

“Calista!” I screamed out her name, jolting awake in a cold sweat.

My heart raced as I caught my breath while wiping away the perspiration on my forehead. Thank goodness—I was relieved that it was only a dream.

After a few moments, I regained my composure. Now I could finally see the décor of the room. I realized that everything before me was so unfamiliar.

I was in a place I had never been. I sat stunned on the bed for a while, suddenly realizing the pain and discomfort in my body, as if it had fallen apart.

The memories before sleep gradually came back into my mind—Ragnar’s appearance, the scene of him pressing on me. When I lowered my head, I saw my naked body.

Then I turned my head to the side and saw a man lying there. I realized it was Ragnar, my newlywed husband with whom I had just shared an intimate time the previous night.

Just the thought of spending my wedding night with a total stranger made me feel sad and angry. With anger, I lowered my head to look at him but was surprised to find that I still couldn’t quite outline his face in the darkness.

His arm was around my waist, and his eyebrows furrowed. When I cautiously tried to push his hand away from me, I realized that something seemed off about him. Was he shivering?

Indeed, even though the room was still dark, I could clearly see and feel that his body was shaking as if he were enduring some kind of unbearable pain. Legend had it that Ragnar was a sickly man. Did his illness start to act up, or was he just having a nightmare?

Instinctively, I moved away a bit from him, thinking that if he had a nightmare like I did, waking him up should do the trick, right?

With that thought in mind, I slowly reached out my hand and attempted to poke his shoulder with my fingertip to wake him up. But my fingertip had barely touched his skin when, all of a sudden, he sat up from the bed and lunged toward me.

This startled me, and I instinctively tried to move away, but he managed to somehow grab my neck in the darkness. While tightly strangling me, he gnashed his teeth and muttered,

“Why did you give up on me? Why? Why?”

His strength was immense, and he squeezed my neck so tightly, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

“Let go!” I struggled to speak as I used my trembling hand, trying to grab Ragnar’s shoulder.

But the Ragnar in front of me seemed to have gone insane, muttering something incoherent and acting completely out of control. His strength made all my struggles in vain.

I finally understood how his six ex-wives died. They must have all been strangled to death by him when he went mad like this. Soon my lungs ran out of air.

I started to get dizzy, and my strength slowly diffused away from my body. Everything seemingly slowed down, including my struggles.

Just when I thought I was going to be that seventh wife of his who would die in his hands, he suddenly released me.

I fell off from the bed before I curled up like a shrimp on the floor. I gasped for air greedily. I did not even have the strength to sit myself up at the moment.

Suddenly I heard Zoe whispering to me,

“Lola, I sense the wolf in Ragnar just now…” She trailed off.

My face turned pale, and I couldn’t believe it. But I heard that Ragnar’s wolf had disappeared.

“I’m positive about it,” she continued. “You know how rumors can be unreliable. His wolf is real, but its scent is oddly weak and unstable for some reason. Maybe it’s because Ragnar is sick?”

My gaze involuntarily turned to him. He looked rather ill, in fact. It would be strange if the wolf in his body was stable.

But I didn’t have any extra energy to care about anything else at this moment. I tried to calm my breathing slowly.

After a while, the air was filled with a subtle scent of metallic tang. Instantly, I turned to look at Ragnar, who was still lying on the floor.

From my position I could only see his broad back. He was still shaking but had stopped mumbling after releasing me.

I assumed he had bitten his own lip too hard, causing it to bleed and the scent of iron to fill the air. If he continued like this, he might be in danger.

Realizing this, I used all my strength and tried to sit up in bed.

I decided to keep my anger and hatred toward him aside first. I then grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around myself, stumbling out of bed. I wanted to turn on the light.

But the switch didn’t respond no matter how many times I pressed it. From the look of it, it seemed like he was having a relapse. As I scanned the room, I couldn’t find any suitable items to put in his mouth.

I thought I should prevent him from killing himself by biting his tongue off. In desperation, I went straight over to him, shoving my hand into his mouth. I didn’t have a choice. I had never been so brave in my life.

“Ah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. It hurt really bad. I couldn’t believe he would bite me so hard.

In the midst of the pain, I even wondered if he would have fractured my bone with the force of his bite.

The darkness of the night couldn’t veil the eyes of those who remained awake, their attention fixed on the room’s every move. My agonizing screams pierced through the silence of the entire mansion.

Panicked footsteps echoed toward the door, followed by the creaking sound of its hinges as it swung open, revealing a group of people looming before me.

The pain in my hand had started to make me feel faint. I stared blankly at the people in front of me.

I didn’t know anyone in the house. In the daze, someone pulled my hand out of Ragnar’s mouth.