Fated to the Werewolf King novel Chapter 17

Maybe Erica was right. Maybe she was taking things too quickly with Jayce. She was always like this with a guy. She'd fall too quickly, and it would just be a mess in the end. The same result with Jasper, except he took things too far and she couldn't turn back. Jayce, to her, was like an untouchable force with a quick temper and an insatiable lust. Lily had sensed his power that flowed through his veins. The power of an Alpha. A King. He had grown accustomed to doing things alone, or with help from his Beta, Damion. Yet there was still this thick black curtain that stalled her from approaching him. It wasn't his Wolf. She faced him head on. He was purposely keeping her out, and for reasons she didn't know.

"I could try talking to him, but he might get angry with me." She muttered to herself as she was heading to their bedroom. Since Marking her as his Mate, he clarified she was to share a bed with him from now on.

A light in his office caught her attention, and she made her way toward it. She glanced inside, seeing the desk empty and the TV off. Soft snoring drew her closer to the lounge sofa, where she spotted Jayce asleep with a book open on his chest. Her eyes widened when she recognized it as her own.

"He's reading my book..." she whispered. She looked at his peaceful face, smiling to herself. "You've been working nonstop lately." Lily brushed his hair from his face. She carefully took the book, folding in a corner piece to bookmark it and set it on the coffee table. Lily looked around his office before quickly leaving and returning with a blanket. She draped it over him in hopes not to wake him and left a kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight, Jayce." She said before turning off his light and leaving him be. When she made it to their bedroom, she felt a pressure in her head. It didn't feel like a headache of any kind she dealt with before. The pressure increased until it brought her to her knees. The searing pain brought tears to her eyes until it suddenly vanished.

"What the Hell was that?" She asked aloud, but no response came to her. Perhaps she was just tired. She was also busy with Erica with setting up the book signing. Let alone the second book she was working on to. She yawned and stretched before crawling under the covers. She rested her hand on the space where Jayce's body would have been sleeping, taking in his scent and letting sleep overtake her.

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She felt the blankets shift beside her, but her eyes wouldn't open. Cold, slender fingers trailed along her waist, goosebumps forming along the way. She tried to move her fingers, but felt as if they were being held down. Sleep paralysis? No, this felt different.

She opened her mouth to call for Jayce, but her voice wouldn't come. The fingers moved under her shirt, forcing her onto her back. The hand groped her breasts maliciously. She didn't want this.

Stop.

The hand moved up from her breasts and wrapped around her throat. It squeezed as another hand crept down her stomach and into her shorts. She wanted to squirm, to fight, to scream, but she felt trapped.

Jayce!

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Lily's eyes snapped open as she bolted upright in bed, sweat covering her body. Sun glared in through the window, birds softly chirping. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest when she noticed that the space beside her was still empty. She didn't feel alone last night. It was real. Too real.

She climbed out of bed, feeling fatigued, and got changed. Her eyes went to her breasts, her stomach, her throat as she gazed into the mirror. Nothing looked out of place.

"I guess it was just a bad dream. A really fucked up one though." She grumbled tiredly.

After she got changed into black leggings and a white sweater, she brushed her fingers through her hair as she went down to the kitchen, where she found Erica finishing up her breakfast.

"Jesus Christ, you look awful. Did you sleep at all?" She asked her as Lily looked into the fridge. Nothing looked appetizing.

"I think so? I had this really horrible dream last night. It felt so real." She said, feeling the pressure in her head. She grabbed her head as it started throbbing, dropping to her knees again.

"Lily!" Erica rushed over to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"My head. It hurts." She winced, tears dripping onto her leggings.

"We should take you to the hospital." She told her, but the pressure was soon gone. Lily wiped her eyes, slowly standing up with the assist from Erica.

"Maybe later. I have therapy soon." She told her.

"Fuck therapy. You looked like you were in so much pain." Erica said, her temper rising.

"It might just be from stress, and the lack of sleep last night didn't help at all. I'll go right after my appointment." She told her, hearing a horn go off outside, "The car is here." She quickly left before Erica could get another word in.

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"Lily, are you alright?" Doctor Marshall asked her. Lily had been sitting quietly for sometime now, her eyes on her lap. She couldn't get herself to talk about anything. She had done so well with breaking down her walls, but now she can't get a single word out. It was like some presence was holding her back from talking.

"Um... Actually, I'm not feeling all that well. I'm going to head back home." She said as she got up from the couch. Doctor Marshall stood up with her.

"Wait." She stopped Lily for a moment, grabbing both of her hands. Warmth tickled her veins, relaxing her. She felt the presence slowly disappear.

"What did you do?" Lily asked curiously.

"I cast away the darkness that was in your head. Now tell me what happened." She said, and this time Lily felt free to speak up.