Page 72 of The Alpha Wolf Defying Fate

I tried to struggle. My hands turned into fists to pound into his chest. My magic prickled along my skin, ready to strike out with a powerful blow, but everything stalled inside me as my birthmark burned and the dark eyes of the man I had seen in my dream peered back at me with a dark smile.

All the memories of that dream came flooding back. Every detail that I had forgotten when I woke up, came flooding back with so much force that my head began to spin. My ability to maintain balance faltered, and my legs became weak.

“Hello there darling,” he said smoothly. “Did you miss me?”

I couldn’t speak. Even as I opened and closed my mouth, no sound came out.

The scent of dark magic overwhelmed the room. Far stronger and darker than it had been when Minerva passed. The air was heavy in my lungs, just as it had been in the darkness of that dream.

“There, there,” he whispered. “You know how to breathe in this. Just relax and let the darkness in.”

“Sasha! Fight!” Ayden’s voice called out, but he sounded so far away. “Fight! Don’t give up!”

I forced my gaze to turn towards his voice. My vision blurred as I watched Ayden rush towards us.

The man’s hand reached out and a heavy scent of magic laid over me with a twist of his wrist. I could hear Ayden let out a groan and a heavy thud hit the ground. I tried so hard to look back at him again, but my body no longer allowed me to move.

Darkness took my vision. Sounds began to fade into the far-off distance. I felt my body moving, but everything remained the same. As if I was both moving and standing still all at once.

Rory’s voice was the last voice I heard. Broken with fear and heartbreak as she screamed my name. But the sound didn’t stay long. Nothing stayed long.

‘Sasha, you have to fight. We have the power to fight him off, but we have to do it together!’My wolf cried out in my mind.

“Fight who?” I asked, my voice slurred as the darkness wrapped around my wrists. I could feel the wisps and tendrils of the power wrapping itself around me, its voice entering my mind like a long-lost lover with sweet seductive whispers.

“There’s nothing to fight,” the man said to me. “Just relax, Sasha Darling. We’re almost home.”

Home.

The word seemed to trigger a small voice in my head. A familiar voice, but I could no longer hear the words.

“Home,” I repeated back to him, my head heavy and light all at once. “That sounds wonderful. I want to go home.”

“And home we shall go.”

His voice was seductive, much like the call of the darkness inside me. An image of dark eyes and hair came to my mind as I listened to him. So handsome, forbidden even. I couldn’t quite understand how I knew his face.

Was he important to me?

‘Sasha!’the fading voice in my mind called out.

I tried to turn my attention to the distressed voice. So familiar. Why was that voice familiar to me?

“Rest, Sasha Darling,” the man whispered in my ear. “When you wake up, you will have so many new experiences to enjoy.”

I felt my lips curve into a smile; the darkness lulling me into a dreamlike state, with images of sparkling trees and dark wolves howling in the distance. Like an old music box, the images and sounds danced in my head as the dark scent of magic wrapped around me in the darkness.

It was all so peaceful. A perfect fit. Exactly where I had always been meant to be. My true fate.

“That’s right,” the man breathed. “I am your fate, just as you are mine. We belong together, Sasha.”

“Together,” I whispered back.

I could feel something deep in the back of my mind rebelling at that thought, but why would I rebel against something that was true? Why would I fight what felt so right?

What could be more important?

Chapter Thirty-three

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