Alpha Princess's Possessive Mate

Chapter 152 - Message In Dreams

Bg music recommendation: I Ran (So Far Away) - Epic trailer version by Hidden citizen. 

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I light-headedly fell asleep and drifted into the dreamland. For the first time, I dreamt of my marriage. In the castle chapel, where not a lot of people had gathered, I wore a long flowery white dress. A huge train behind my wedding dress and one of my hand was hooked in father's while the other held a bunch of white roses. 

Everything looked beautiful, and at the end of the long aisle, a man stood in a red velvet coat. It was an odd colour for a wedding dress.

The piano keys blared, reverberating through the entire atmosphere and a heavy feeling that rose in my chest along with it. I took a sharp breath and my eyes trailed down to the red carpet that was spread underneath. The dress I was wearing occasionally brushed against my leg as I took careful steps forwards. Reaching the end, my father held my hand and his skin felt cold against my fingers before he passed my hand to the man who was supposed to be my husband. 

I dared not to look up and see his face. There were there cute girls who were my bridesmaid and their giggles were filling my ears softly as he adored each other's dresses. 

The minister started saying everything that they say during the marriage. Suddenly, I heard the sound of someone crying and I turned to look at who it was. The little girls who had come replacing the bridesmaid were holding a candle now instead of the flowers. They had a passive expression on their face and their cute little white dresses tainted black as if a drop of ink had fallen on it and it spread through the fabric. 

Slowly, the weeping increased and I could feel this time that the entire chapel was filled with people. I turned around, and I saw people that were not here a while back. 

Everyone from Winterwells had come to my wedding, but they wore black clothes and were crying. There were Suzan and Sam, who hugged each other while Sam rubbed Suzan's back. I saw everyone here, the faces I knew, and some I did not. In the front row, I saw my mother weeping with a black handkerchief in her hand that wiped her tears dramatically as my father held her. 

It did not look like a wedding scene rather, everyone was mourning for someone here. 

I gulped as the walls started caving in and the cries echoed in my ears. The sound increasing so much I dropped the roses in my hand and my hands covered my ears. It felt like they would bleed anytime now. 

My eyes had trailed down to my dress that strangely started to bleed from places slowly turning red and I heard a thud beside me. I snapped my head in the direction to see Channing's limp body and beside him was Fang, who seemed angry and trying to transform, but his wolf was not there. He grunted and growled, but could not make his bones break and bring the wolf out. His wolf was gone and when I brought my hand in front of me, trying to feel my wolf, it wasn't there either. 

I slowly looked up from my palms, finally ready to see who I was marrying with and there was a man whose eyes were missing from his face and neither did he have any nose.

There was only a mouth with two large fangs that bared themselves and the next moment he smirked, asking, "Darling, Ready to die?"

"Why?" I asked innocently. 

The man stepped closer and said in a menacing tone, "You were not supposed to choose them over me." He looked at where Channing and Fang stood, my gaze turning with his, and Fang, who now was on the ground unable to move. 

He asked for my hand and my chest heaved heavily, but for some unknown reason, I gingerly placed my hand in his. I gulped, feeling the sweat trickled down my back. I did not want to go where he was taking me, but I involuntarily moved and we stopped in front of a big black coffin. My eyes were fixated on his face and when I turned down to look at the coffin, I saw myself lying there with daises beside me which slowly started to turn red. There was a huge wound on my neck that continued to bleed as I lay there, lifeless. 

The man in the red velvet coat turned me to face him and held me by my waist before coming forward and sinking his fangs into my neck and I screamed with the roughness that he evinced. 

"SELENE!" I felt my body shake aggressively and my eyes snapped open breaking the dream. 

I panted like I had run miles and my eyes stared at nothing in particular. The dream felt too real to me and I placed my hand on my neck where Fang had marked me and where in my dream my vampire to be husband had sunk his fangs into my neck. 

My body shivered, and I started cracking my knuckles in nervousness when I felt a warm embrace hold me. 

I did not care who it was, I just held onto the person, my fist crumpling his t-shirt. There was only one person in the house at this moment and it was Fang. His hand caressed the back of my head, "Shh, it was just a bad dream." 

His voice soothed me and I couldn't help but think of what happened in my dream. 

Whatever I saw and felt was like a premotion of the future. The worst that can happen. There was a possibility that Fang or I would lose our wolves while removing the mark if it was forcefully revoked and the dream might come true. What if my vampire husband really kills them? I did not even understand why Channing was involved, but it felt like he was dead. 

"Selene," Fang said while he pushed me away from him and held my face between his palms. I looked at him while I felt a sweat drop trickle down my forehead. "Dreams are not supposed to manifest into reality. Let me get you a glass of water."

I shook my head at his words as I felt my throat was parched, probably because of the heavy breathing I had done in my sleep. 

Fang kissed my temple and went off to the kitchen. This was the first time I did not feel like running away from his touch. Rather, I was glad someone was here. It had been a long time since I had a nightmare if considered from the time that I left the castle behind me. Back in dungeons I most of my nights used to be filled with nightmares, but this one was peculiarly like a message from the universe. 

I had really defocused myself too much from this mission and it felt like any person who would come into my life was bound to be hurt. It would be wise if I persuaded Fang sooner to remove the mark while it was still fresh.

After a moment, Fang returned with a glass of water and sat beside me to help me drink it but I snatched it away from his hand. 

He had got too close to me and I was opening too much to him. The way I had removed Channing from the potential romance list, I had to keep Fang away as well. I can't have anyone risk anything for me. I was tired of hearing people got punished because of me.