All Chapters of Bound By A Dare, Rejected By The Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RosieI can’t breathe… It feels like my lungs have melted to form a narrow tube, and whatever oxygen is left seems stuck somewhere in my chest, a sharp, painful stab digging in my chest. My eyes fly open, and thick black darkness shrouds my vision. Heavy pants echo through the room, perspiration trickling down my already slick back. I tap the bed, but all I feel is nothing… air and nothing.My mouth hangs open as I beat my chest, willing oxygen to pass through somehow, but I’m stuck with the same sensation: panic and lightheadedness that causes my vision to dim. I blink once, twice, thrice, trying to calm my frightened ass self down, but it’s hard to when I barely know where I am. My breathing eases slightly, just enough for me to gasp in air through my mouth without feeling like I’m about to pass out.One minute I’m floating in a sitting position, and the next I’m falling to my feet flat on the ground. Its surface is coarse and hard, yet cold, seeping into my skin like cold water in

Rosie’s POVMy head pounds loudly, too loud that I can barely think. What’s happening to me?I try to open my eyes, but they’re too weak. I try blinking until I can make a picture of anything at all to be sure I haven’t lost my eye sight.What’s going on?What’s the last thing I remember? My brain isn’t helping me, or maybe my thought process has given up or become too slow for a young adult.Shit. My mind flashes. Blood. Claws. The Beast. Cassie. Ashton. No, no. Dominic. Unreadable eyes.He killed me. Dominic killed me.That’s where my world ends. This is the Afterlife. It has to be.My vision steadies a bit. I make out the ceiling above me and my nostrils pick up the familiar scent of the pack house.There’s a packhouse in the Afterlife?The faint trace of herbs fills the air, someone must have burned something to calm the atmosphere.Mostly, likely to be Luna Sarah.My eyes open wide with alarm. I’m not dead. Dominic didn’t kill me. What the hell then happened?Where is he? What’s

RosieThe sudden sound of footsteps sends me crouching under the table. Shit. Just when my Nancy Drew instincts kick in, I get busted. My breathing is heavy, and the more I try to regulate, the louder it gets.No shit.Dust from the desk finds its way to my nose as I try to sniff out the intruder's scent, and my nostrils decide this is the best time to betray me. Goddess, I try to stifle my sneeze, but I guess you can't stop nature from taking its course. The figure draws nearer at the sound, and I press my body closer to the table.The first thing that comes to view is a pair of grey Nike sneakers, followed by hairy hands with a smart wristwatch wrapped around the wrist as the figure lowers its frame.Ashton.His gaze narrows when our eyes lock, left brow cocked questioningly."Hard to picture you here at this time of the day." It's more of an accusation. His lips are piled in a thin line, green eyes following me suspiciously. "And if I may ask, why the hell did you hide when I came

RosieThe door flies open, hurried footsteps approaching me. They come to a halt; a hush follows before I feel Dominic shove me aside. His back is set in that still, unnatural position, his head moving as he slowly accesses the scene. My stomach churns under the weight of it all.“I swear on my life I didn’t do it,” I offer weakly, but even as I hear my words I know they sound like defensive nothings to Dominic.He turns to me, his gaze raking over my blood-stained hands, accusation hardening his features so that he looks like he’s one second from strangling me. Hard-defined facial muscles tense, shoulders raised to match the heavy breathing as his chest heaves. My eyes sting with tears and I blink them back, furious at myself for daring to feel sorry when I have a bigger problem in front of me. Hurt. Hatred. The once eyes that stares at me with love, gone was the look now.“I jus—I just…” A sob cuts me mid-sentence, but he makes no move to comfort me; on the contrary, he glares at m

Rosie's POVI'm tagged crazy now. The kindest thing to do for a crazy person is to let them seek help.That's what Dominic and everyone recommended. A therapist..Indeed, I'm crazy.I’ve stopped looking at mirrors.Every time I catch my reflection lately, I don’t know if it’s really me staring back… or the monster using my face.And now, the thought eats me up as I sit in the therapist's office in wait. The walls are painted nude, the kind that’s supposed to calm people down, but it doesn’t calm me. It suffocates me. Is this how I'm going to be living now?The therapist walks in. A woman obviously in her mid-forties, short blonde hair, well framed glasses, and a white pantsuit."Hello Rosie." She wears a calm smile and takes her seat directly opposite me."I'm Mrs. Abrams and I'm here to listen."Here to listen like you aren't getting paid for being a professional. I once overheard Dominic and Xylus talking about the number of degrees she has acquired in her career and in psychology.