Rejected then Claimed by the Alpha
Serena
I fell into the dream the way you fall asleep on the couch, one blink and you are somewhere else, except this time it was not the couch and it was not sleep, it was like someone opened a door inside my head and everything spilled in.
First there was heat, not the kind that makes you sweat but the kind that sits under your ribs and hums, a steady, wide hum, and then a voice that was not mine and not not mine, old and patient, like a river that had learned to keep its mouth shut until it needed to speak. Selara. The name felt pulled out of me and put into my bones. Selara spoke without moving lips and I knew the sound before I understood the meaning.