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A cold, damp chill and the acrid bite of dust and stale tobacco filled Lauren's senses as she struggled to open her eyelids. Reality blurred with the remnants of a nightmare. Blurry and disoriented, she felt a pair of icy hands stroking her skin. "Who's there?" Lauren's eyes snapped open, bulging wide like a startled deer. As she shifted her focus, a horrifying scene unfolded before her. Freddy sat by her bedside, his cold hands creeping along her slender waist, inching their way up, touching every inch of her skin.

(Freya POV) “Kandrix! Where are you?” I called them, but no one answered, and a dark presence was present near the doorway. I called the person, but no one answered. “What’s going on?” I asked myself and looked towards the cribs where my babies were present, and now they were empty. A scream escaped my lips, and I jolted awake with this. My body was drenched with sweat, and my hands shivered with fear. I touched my dry throat and looked towards the clock. It was already 3 in the morning, and now I know, I couldn't go back to sleep after this nightmare.

The vial slipped from my fingers, its contents swirling around Freya like a malevolent mist, seeping into her very being. As the darkness engulfed her, Freya's Features contorted in pain, her body convulsing. I reveled in her suffering, the sweet taste of vengeance mingling with the acrid scent of fear. She thrashed on the bed, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. I was the conductor of her torment, orchestrating the symphony of her downfall.

Jake, who was dressed in nothing but a black boxer briefs, helped her lay back, making sure that she rested her head on the bed's headboard. "I am fine. Don't worry. It was just a nightmare," she jumbled in one sentence. Freya has never let Jake into that aspect of her life or get very personal in whatever discussion she had with him. She wished he could get herself to open up to him but, in as much as she knew very well that Jake loved her, she was afraid of him seeing her as a mere orphan. Moreover, she wasn't secretive. More than her reoccurring nightmare, she had no idea about her past before the Blood Moon Pack. She saw herself growing up there, and whatever she knew was just limited to

Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and just then Freya ran inside the room as she heard her mom scream. “Mommy” Freya called as she moved towards Mrs. Rebecca whose tears had already gathered in her eyes. “Are you Alright mommy? What did you dream about” Freya asked worriedly. Freya had known Mrs. Rebecca to be having a series of nightmares where she heard voices of a girl and her mom but it was so blurred, she couldn’t see the faces. “Is it the same dream?” Freya asked Mrs. Rebecca nodded as she swallowed hard. “Were you able to see the faces this time?” Freya asked

If Nyos was slender, thin, with little muscle (ideal for a gymnast) and dressed in light and elegant clothing; Frey was the opposite, his body constitution was massive in comparison, he was about 2.20 meters tall and although he was not visible, his body seemed to overflow with muscles. The most noticeable thing about Frey was his equipment. On his body was jet black plate armor with silver edges at the plate joints.

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

Val said. She was more possessive over Freddy than I was and i was pretty possessive myself. “Goodnight, champ,” Darius whispered, pressing a kiss to Freddy’s head. I watched them both, and though my heart felt full, I couldn’t shake the unease creeping up my spine. Freddy’s nightmare had felt… too real for him. Too vivid. I was sick with fear trying to figure out whether out whether it was just trauma or maybe he was being attacked… he could not be.

It wouldn't hurt to make a new friend, now that both my boyfriend and my best friend were away, right? I slowly stood up to my feet turning around to face him, but my eyes widened instantly, at the scene before me. I saw him again, clearly this time. I saw my father, charging at Fred with a club in his hand. Before I could manage to get words out of my mouth, he hit Fred at the back of his head, knocking the latter out cold. My lips trembled, as I struggled to let out a sound, but for some reason, I couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off my father too, as he slowly advanced towards me, a wicked glint in his eyes.

My voice quivered as I spoke and continued to recount my recurring nightmares. "I'm trapped in that dark room and I can hear his voice whispering, taunting me and I can feel his hands on me. I can't see him, but I know he's there, lurking in the shadows, waiting to hurt me again.And no matter how hard I try, I can't escape it. I can't escape him." I sighed and looked down at my trembling hands. "We're here for you, Dannie. We'll help you through this. You're safe now." Alyssa said as she gently squeezed my hand.