Sold by my Alpha, bought by my Mate Chapter 55: Dreams and suspicions

Asher

"Mr. Wolf..." said Jeremiah as a warning. But I had this idea in my head and no one was going to get it out of me.

"He was the guilty one!" I yelled, throwing Randall right to the ground. I watched as everyone tried to see if he was okay and helped him, him playing the hurt guy so they would feel sorry for him.

"Alpha, when did you recover?" the king asked in surprise, but the scoundrel surely had everything ready.

"Your Majesty... and I didn't remember exactly what happened. All I knew was that I was running through the woods in my wolf form and I got lost, I heard voices, and I was in a quiet place, but then I woke up to screams and vampires attacking me, I was terrified thinking they were going to attack my mate... I think it was the protective instinct that made me draw strength from where I didn't have it and act."

"Act?" asked Ava.

"That's right...I joined the fight," he replied, though he bore few signs of war.

"But how? You were practically in a deep sleep for days, almost in a coma," Jeremiah said.

"I really didn't know... all I knew was that this Alpha was trying to pin something on me that I wasn't even there for, I had no idea what he was talking about," he replied.

"Don't you think it's strange that you were the one out in the woods days before the attack?" I said.

"Asher..."

"By chance, he was only slightly attacked, he had not a single wound, his clothes were almost clean. I asked, and in the infirmary, almost no vampires got in..." I explained.

"That's a lie! I was attacked! I just didn't have much strength and I did what I could..." he explained. Asshole.

"Where were you then? We never saw you" asked Jeremiah as the king listened intently.

"I... I was looking for my mate, I was looking for her everywhere, and I met vampires and tried to kill them, I'm still very weak, but my wolf is already helping me to get better..."

"Bullshit!" I yelled desperately, pushing him to the ground as they held me down so I wouldn't kill him. I swear I'll rip every limb from his body.

"But I didn't find my mate, not until recently...and she was half naked and had Asher's scent all through her body. You tried to take advantage of her! Didn't you? While I was sick? Where were you when this happened?" he asked, throwing the question at me.

"So now I'm to blame here?" I asked, offended.

"You always took advantage of her!" he yelled.

"How dare you? I was with my mate...she was distraught, and I ran out to get her when I heard all this. I had to protect her," I explained.

"I confirm that I saw the Alpha with the human, he was protecting her, of course," Ava said.

I wanted to point out again that the whole situation was very strange. He was one of the people we were supposed to keep an eye on, and at the time of the attack... we didn't know where he was.

"Please alphas, we need to investigate this later...there will be time. For now, there is nothing that has been lost or fallen into the hands of the enemy. Let us mourn our dead and care for our wounded," the king said.

But with these words, I saw the expression on Ava's face change completely. She stormed out of the great hall.

"What do you think?" I asked Jeremiah as I watched Randall pretend to be interested in what was going on.

"I think you might be right, but we have to be careful, retrace his steps. If what you say is true... he could have planned this in advance..." my friend said. May the Goddess help us.

"That would be... a catastrophe. I don't trust that rat..." I said.

"You go with your mate, I'll keep an eye out for the king and leave some guards to watch Randall."

Constantine had been badly wounded, and several soldiers had been killed, but little by little the castle came back into order. I went back to my room where my mate was. She was waiting for me.

"Randall came here..." she said and hugged me. Goddess... I could only feel well when she was next to me. She looked nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to worry you..." she replied.

"If I'm your mate, you should tell me, shouldn't you?" I asked, stroking her hair.

"I... I think Randall is involved in this," she said, surprising me.

"I just told Jeremiah that. But don't worry, we'll take care of it."

"He came asking where I was. He was nervous... but not hurt. And he got up so easily?" she asked me. My baby is clever and hot as hell. I'm so fucking blessed.

"I think the same. But also... just before I came to get you, I had a dream about something bloody like this. I mean, it's weird... I can't explain..." I told her, sitting on the bed with her on top of me.

"I get it. Sometimes I dream things that can happen..." she confessed, caressing my face.

"Really?" I asked, interested, her soft fingers feeling wonderful on my skin.

"But it's never been anything that important..."

"Tell me more about it..." I asked.

"Sometimes I dream of a beautiful place...the one I painted in my cabin," she said.

"I remember it, I told you it looks like my pack. We'll go there when things calm down, I promise," I told her and she looked happy.

"Sometimes I dream about strange creatures too..." she said, and I looked at her worriedly.

With a bit of embarrassment and fear, she pulled out some of the drawings that are scattered around my room. I love having them around, but I've never seen this one before.

"What is it?" I asked quietly.

"It's what I dream about...sometimes I have happy dreams, and suddenly they appear, whispering in my ear...they make me feel strange."

"What do they tell you, baby?"

"They say I'm a dreamer...but I don't know what that means." she seemed to be really affected as she almost shook, and I had to hold her in my arms again.

"Tell me about these happy dreams you have before these awful creatures appear..." I asked her, and she remained silent. But I could hear her heart beating faster and faster.

"Millie?"

"I...I dream about you," she said, and I saw her blush.

"With me?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Like this? Together?"

"Yes..." she mumbled.

"Anything else?" I asked, and she seemed to get more agitated.

"We kiss and... we touch..." she said in a breathy whisper, and I felt my wolf roar from inside. Cormac loves the idea of our mate dreaming about us, especially that we possess her.

"For how long?" I whispered in her ear, watching her skin bristle, brushing my lips over her neck, over her earlobe, watching her bite her lips. I swear, she makes me forget even the most serious problems I'm having.

"For several weeks now...sometimes I swear you're really there...touching me, more and more."

"Tell me how I touch in your dreams...and I can make it come true."