Page 59 of The Alpha's Forced Bullied Mate

I rubbed her arm. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?”

She curled up into a more comfortable position on my lap. Now that I was sitting in the chair that she was in, it was easier to hold her. She perched her lips at my ear so that she didn't have to speak very loudly. “I've never really told you about my powers, have I?”

“It’s not something that’s ever come up in casual conversation.”

Not even the slightest chuckle came from her. “I can predict the future.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have these weird dreams. I can predict when things are going to happen.”

I ran my fingers through her hair. “Tell me more about it.”

“It's kind of weird because they come in like some kind of riddle or a nonsensical dream sequence. But I can always tell that they're real because I can feel them.”

“Is that why you were crying?”

She sniffled. “It was something that I was afraid of happening, but I know that it's going to happen now. So, I'm just trying to come to grips with it.”

“Come to grips with what?”

“In my dream, the entire pack rejected me. Every single person, including you. Nobody wanted me around.”

I hugged her tight. “That's simply not true. You know everybody loves you. You know that I…”

She gripped the front of my shirt. “I don't know that because the dream told me otherwise.”

Tell her you love her. “Well, can't your dreams be wrong?”

She scoffed. “Of course, you would say something like that. You’re just downplaying the inevitable.”

“That's not what I'm saying. I'm just trying to be a little more logical here. Everything has been fine. I don't understand why you would have a dream that says that I'm going to reject you again.”

“Everything has been fine?” She snorted. “We’ve been encountering demons at every turn. Is that fine to you?”

I growled. “No, but I’m saying your mindset is going to affect the outcome. It just sounds like you're afraid of the worst. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

She shivered so hard that she nearly fell from my lap. Then, she burrowed her face into my chest with a sob. “Great, more toxic positivity.”

“It’s not toxic to be positive, Faye Lynne.”

She laughed bitterly. “And it’s not toxic to be afraid, Hector. “I am afraid. Aren't you?”

I tried to run my fingers through her hair again, but she pushed my hand away. I didn't want to stand up and put her down, and I also didn't want to stay close if she didn't want me to stay close.

I was confused. The doubt grew from a seed into a sprout.

Still, there was one more way to be sure.

“There's a ritual we can do to find out the truth.”

She laughed. “I already know the truth. Doing anything about it is kind of pointless.”

“I don't think it's pointless, Faye. I wish you wouldn't say things like that. You really make me depressed.”

She sighed as she slid off my lap. “Sorry for being realistic. I'll try not to be as depressed anymore.”

I stood up and drifted after her, walking into the house, making sure that the blanket she kept wrapped around her shoulders didn't get caught on the door. I followed her upstairs where I made sure she was comfortable. Even though we were in the middle of arguing, I felt like I had to take care of her.I couldn't leave her side. There was no way I could keep doing that.

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