Chapter 091
HANNAH
I jolted awake, my shirt drenched in sweat.
Panting, I pressed a hand to my chest. It was racing, banging like it wanted to tear right out of my chest. I had just had a dream about Asher.
Was it even a dream? It had felt too real to be one.
I looked around the darkened room.
Yes. This was my room and my bed. I remembered the other premonitions I had in the past. This dream felt a lot like them. It felt too real, almost like I was physically watching it happen.
Asher had tried to break the bond tie. I was as sure of that as I was sure of my own name.
No. That was wrong. He had not tried to. He had actually done it.
In the dream—or vision—he had fallen to his knees, screaming in agony seconds after he had rejected me as his mate.
I pressed my hand harder against my chest. There was pain there, a sharp stabbing pain, like the one I had felt when Asher had screwed Julia just to torment me. Somehow Asher must have figured out we had a bond tie.
He must have told his father or someone else who knew what it meant.
I gasped at the implication of this. The bastard had tried to kill me! He must have known that the weaker wolf could die and decided to break the bond tie, assuming that I was weaker than he was.
I would probably be dead now if I wasn't the white wolf. For the first time since I discovered what I had become, I was grateful for my ability.
Was he dead now? I wondered. Would the pain I was feeling increase if he was? Would his father increase his efforts to revenge himself on me? In his dark, twisted mind, he would imagine I was the one responsible for the death of his only son and heir. Would he have figured out that I was the white wolf?
Assuming my dream was real and Asher was in pain, his father must have realized the bond between Asher and me was between 2 strong wolves. Would he realize how powerful my wolf was? Would he put the pieces of the puzzle together?
I had so many questions and so few answers.
With a groan, I buried my face in my sweaty hands. I was exhausted. It had been a really long day, but I didn't think sleep was an option for me anymore. At least not tonight.
Someone touched my back, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Chase's quiet voice floated out of the darkness.
"Relax. It's just me," he said.
"Chase..." I murmured.
I remembered then that the triplets had come to my room earlier in the evening. We were all sleeping in the same bed. I put out a hand and touched a warm body.
"Yes. Can't sleep?" he said, stifling a yawn.
"I will now," I said.
Careful not to disturb the other two, I lay back down. Chase's arms pulled me against his chest. I felt his lips in my hair.
Soon his soft, deep breathing told me he was asleep. The feel of his arms around me and the memory of the great sex we had all had last night helped me relax a little.
My eyelids grew heavy. A good thing.
If I told my mates, they would probably lose it knowing that Asher had tried to kill me. Also, I hadn’t told them about the mate bond, so I would have a lot of explaining to do. Again. I wouldn't tell them until I was sure and until I knew how they would take it.
I would tell Willa first about the dream in the morning. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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I was in the girl's toilet at school, about to flush the toilet, when I heard Julia hiss at someone to 'get in.'
I wanted to come out and go to the class I was almost late for anyway, but there was a note in her voice that got me curious. My gut told me to stay put. I did..
I heard footsteps—several footsteps—and then the sound of a door closing. I sat back down on the toilet seat so no one could see the top of my head if they looked at the toiletstall.
It was early in the morning, the time when everyone had classes. Something very important must have brought Julia and her minions out here to talk.
"All here?" Julia said, and I could imagine her flicking her hair out of her eyes in that way she thought made her look cool.
Several voices said yes. I recognized all of them. They were the girls who always followed Julia around.