All Chapters of The Alpha in My Dream : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rosemary’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the world was a blurred sea of cold grey and pale silver.My head was pounding with a dull, throbbing ache that made my vision tilt. Every breath I pulled into my lungs felt heavy, coated in the lingering, bitter taste of wolfsbane. I tried to move my fingers, but my arms felt like lead, resting uselessly against the soft fabric beneath me.I wasn't in the dirt near the new nursery. I wasn't at the Moonclaw construction site anymore.I was lying on a massive, high-backed bed inside a grand, unfamiliar room. High stone walls stretched up toward vaulted ceilings, draped in heavy dark green tapestries. Cold moonlight poured through tall, arched windows, casting long, eerie shadows across the polished floorboards.A quiet rustle of fabric made me stiffen.A silent female servant stood right beside the bed, dressed in a plain grey tunic. She was bent over me, her hands moving quickly as she smoothed down the skirts of a long, pristine white silk gown.

Rosemary’s POV The cold, heavy weight of the wolfsbane vanished, replaced by a soft, golden warmth that glowed beneath my feet. I stood in the middle of that familiar, quiet clearing at the edge of the forest where the silver mist met the trees. It was the exact same dreamscape where Kieran and I had met before—the peaceful sanctuary where our souls connected whenever our physical bodies were far apart. There were no stone walls of Lucian’s stronghold here, no heavy iron doors, and no dark shadows lingering in the air. High above, a soft white light bathed the realm in gentle radiance. Celine? I called out, looking around the misty expanse. It is our bond, Rosemary, Celine’s voice echoed warmly from right beside me, far stronger and clearer than it had been in the physical world. My divine magic bridged the gap while your mind drifted into sleep. We cannot hold this realm for long... look. Across the sea of silver fog near the treeline, a tall figure materialized. He was br

Rosemary’s POV The heavy wooden door opened again two hours later. I was sitting by the tall window, watching the rain hit the glass. I thought it was another guard bringing food, but when I turned around, my breath caught in my throat. It was Lucian. He wore a simple dark shirt and dark trousers, walking into the room with slow, calm steps. He carried a silver tray with two warm cups of tea and set it on the small table between two soft armchairs near the fireplace. "You haven't eaten much of your breakfast, Rosemary," Lucian said gently, gesturing toward the armchairs. "Come, sit with me. The mountain air gets cold in the afternoon, and the tea will warm you up." I did not move from the window seat. I kept my arms crossed over my chest and looked at him with cold eyes. "I don't want tea, Lucian. And I don't want to sit with you." Lucian did not get angry. Instead, he chuckled softly and sat down in one of the comfortable chairs. He picked up one of the cups, took a slow sip,

Rosemary’s POVThe stone room was freezing as night fell over the mountains. I sat near the dying embers of the fireplace, wrapped tightly in a thick wool blanket. My hand rested flat over my stomach, feeling the faint, gentle warmth of my baby.Stay quiet, Celine, I whispered inward, feeling my wolf’s spirit pulsing softly against my ribs. We need to save every drop of magic for when Kieran gets here.Celine let out a low, agreeable hum in my mind, drawing her divine power back into the shadows of my soul. I needed to look weak and harmless to anyone who walked through that door.Around midnight, the heavy iron lock scraped open.I expected to see a armed guard or Lucian returning to play more head games. Instead, the small wooden door creaked open just enough for Mina to slip inside. She carried a tray with a fresh pot of steaming herbal tea and a single candle.Her brown eyes darted nervously back and forth across the quiet room before she locked the latch behind her."Lady Rosemar

Rosemary’s POV The cold air of the lower cavern felt heavy, thick with the smell of iron and damp river stone. Mina squeaked in absolute terror, dropping her candle to the stone floor. It flickered out instantly, leaving us illuminated only by the harsh, flickering orange light of the wall torches. She backed up until her spine pressed against the rough wall, her hands trembling violently as she tried to hide behind me. I stepped firmly in front of the small girl, putting myself directly between her and the dangerous men waiting on the stone bridge. Lucian stood at the center of six tall, heavily armed Bloodhound warriors. He wore dark leather armor reinforced with black steel plates at his shoulders and chest. A long, silver-hued blade rested comfortably in his right hand. He looked composed, but the sharp pulse at the side of his neck gave him away. He was furious. "I must admit, Rosemary," Lucian said, his dark eyes fixated on me as he took a slow, deliberate step forward