100 Nightmares

"I can tell that you and Alpha Eros have been super busy lately. Congratulations, by the way." Brandy sent this teasing wink my way.

My ears were starting to get hot with embarrassment.

"Thanks," I reply, shuffling myself into the group and taking a seat across from them at the dining table.

Lately, Brandy and Rora have been keeping me company, chatting me up whenever Eros wasn't around.

It was nice to get to know them better and to keep myself occupied.

There wasn't much to do around here because I couldn't leave the packhouse due to all of the kidnapping incidents.

Even if Eros let me roam around, I don't have the guts to.

"How long were you guys even together?" I asked out of genuine curiosity.

From what I have heard so far, Brandy's ex-boyfriend must have cheated on her with someone else.

Rora sent a slight glance at Brandy.

"2 months, 12 days, 149 minutes and 13 seconds." Her reply was prompt. "It still doesn't give him the right to disrespect me like that."

Does anyone else count down to that kind of detail?

It seems too mentally exhausting to be so anal about it.

Why spend that time counting the seconds or minutes when you can just enjoy it while it lasts?

"What about that crush of yours? The Alpha?" Rora nudged Brandy with her elbow.

I curiously glanced at the both of them.

Brandy blushed and said, "He doesn't even know I exist...and he's already mated."

"Ooh. That's a tough situation," I remarked, wondering if Brandy will ever catch a break. "Wait. Do I know him?"

Thinking for another second, an image of Jared's constipated face came to mind.

"It's not Jared is it?" I gave her a bewildered look.

I'm not one to judge, but he's quite a hard character to like.

He didn't give me a very good impression since the first time I met him.

And I would rather not have to see him ever again.

I don't even know how he found someone willing to be his mate.

He probably kidnapped her.

"No no! Not that asshole," Brandy replied curtly with a grossed out expression on her face. "I'll tell you the next time we talk."

My eyebrows furrowed in response when Rora started pointing behind me.

Even if I don't look, I am sure that Eros was behind me.

Sure enough, when I turned my head to look behind my shoulders, Eros was standing like a Greek statue waiting for me to notice him.

I give him a wide smile and bid my farewells to Brandy and Rora.

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The forest was entirely dark.

Streams of light flickering through the leaves to illuminate the clearing.

Everything seemed oddly silent and my skin was starting to crawl.

I tried to move forward but found that I couldn't.

I could tell that this was not my body.

With my terrible vision, I doubted that I could even see my hand in front of my face, but everything was clear and lucid.

It was like I had night vision, and, obviously, I don't.

The body I was in stood stalk still, waiting for its prey to approach.

Not very long after that thought, a tall male with short curly hair suddenly jumped out at me.

It was as if he was going to pounce with his claws ready to scratch my eyes out.

But before he could, this body's long claw-like fingers easily penetrated the male's flesh.

Blood started oozing from the puncture holes in rivulets.

At first glance of the tapered wrist and long fingers, I realized whose body I was in.

Eros.

I was in Eros' body.

The younger male charged again after he managed to remove himself from Eros' claws.

Before I could react, Eros' strong hands circled around the male's neck and a deafening crack resounded.

Eros snapped his neck like a flimsy toothpick.

Then, the young male's body became flaccid and he was tossed away like a discarded napkin.

My lips parted and a choked gasp of horror completely wakes me up from the terribly realistic nightmare.

It completely held me in its grasp and I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about it.