Chapter 17

In my dream, a faceless woman wagged a finger in my face as she yelled at me. ‘You’re nothing but bad luck! You’re a witch! An evil woman!’ She was saying as I crouched down to avoid her attacks.

‘Chantelle, you have to wake up,’ a voice said to me but rather than wake up from the nightmare, I found myself drowning in it.

“J – Jackson, please,” I turned, reaching my hand out to my mate but it wasn’t Jackson I saw. It was the stern face of the Cursed Alpha, looking down at me with a sneer.

“Who is Jackson?” He asked in a rough tone. A warm hand grasped my outstretched one and I woke with a gasp.

The sheets underneath me were soaked with sweat. Tears spilt from my eyes into my ears. Valens was hovering above me, my hand in his and a questioning expression on his face. I yanked my hand out of his as I sat up, my mouth hanging open and letting out soft pants.

“What were you dreaming about?” He asked as a rough thumb wiped the tears still falling from my eyes.

“Why are you here?” I choked