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*Collier POV Fucking Zion has been a nightmare today. I cannot control him. He has been wanting Ally so badly the past few weeks that I cannot rein him in most days. Seeing her this morning he wasn’t going to let her get away this time. He had to have her. To claim her. When she left last time I swore I would stay away as she wanted. She didn’t need mixed up in my world anyway. My world is dangerous. My world is why she was hurt the last time. My world required me to run a tight ship with no bullshit. My world was bloody. Ally is my mate though. I knew that the first time I saw her. She was married to that human though so I was able to stay away easier. Then when she hated me, or thought she

Chapter 12: Do you want him to find us that easily Michael was hovering beside one sphere when Julia reached him. Close up the mirroring became transparent and you could see what was going on inside, even if it was a little misty. In this particular case a balding, fat, middle-aged man was surrounded by beautiful, mostly naked Las Vegas showgirls, complete with feathers and heavily exaggerated silicon breasts. Michael shook his head. "I hope I never start having dreams that tacky," he remarked, and then floated off toward another dreamscape.

And perhaps the message was they never should have entered this fucking city in the first place. From his position in the driver’s seat, McBride could see everything—from the first Sleepers sitting up, to the attacks on both his own comrades and the US contingent that had accompanied them. Everything played out to that surreal classical soundtrack. He reached down for his own pistol, a Browning L9A1. Even though it was against orders, there had been no way he was coming in here armed only with bloody tranq darts. Screw that for a game of... a game of soldiers. And it was just like a game out there, but one their side was rapidly losing. A good thing he hadn’t relied only on the tranqs as wel

“since they are more expensive and harder to get rid of.” “Danger zone?” Mitsuhide asked, slightly confused at the term. “Mitsu, they could have a lot of problems. Some of those we can be ready for. Like A’s and B’s. There are mats that we can get that will make an alarm go off if they don’t move for like forty-five seconds. It will give us time to react if they stop breathing basically. I have to assume they will be born premature. So those are the things we will have to be on alert about. They might have other issues that we have to adjust for as well. But the first few months, they will need to be close to at least one of us at night.” Kit said.

She fell into a restless sleep and nightmares took her over. Jesse came into the room later that night to find Renee was still sleeping. He had checked on her several times and every time he had, she was tossing and turning. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep several times. He had threatened her earlier, but he didn’t want to force himself back on her. When his anger was taking him over, it felt good to have her struggle, but he liked it better when she was compliant.

*Ding* / System interface activated: What would you like to access transmigrator? / ‘Open the system store now Zero and check if there’s any item capable of temporarily if not permanently shutting off this damned sub-consciousness of Feral.’ “There is but currently the user can only afford the lowest grade that lasts for merely only three hours.”

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Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

MORGANA FOSTER I wake up from a nightmare with a jolt, my forehead drenched in sweat. It’s one of those nightmares where I’m kidnapped and kept isolated from everyone. It used to feel unreal, but now it feels closer to reality. In the dream, I scream for Ryan, and he isn’t there for me. He’s nowhere near me. My heart trembles, and I get stabbed, bleeding out until I die. I always wake up just before I die.

Amara’s POV Sleep, that usually offered a sweet oblivion, had become a treacherous landscape haunted by the fractured images of my nightmare. The comforting darkness of our bedroom now felt thin and permeable, every rustle of leaves outside sounding like the stealthy approach of unseen enemies, every shadow in the periphery of my vision twisting into the monstrous form that had pursued Jaxon in my terror-stricken sleep. The vibrant strength of Ryder, the unwavering resolve of Caden, the playful agility of Jaxon – all had been rendered fragile and broken in the horrifying theater of my mind, leaving behind a gnawing anxiety that clung to me like a second skin, a chilling residue that even the