The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Liyah’s POV

After hours of feeling exposed and uncomfortable, I finally relaxed when I heard him begin to snore lightly. He had been asleep for about an hour now. I tried to get some sleep as well but it seemed an impossible task so I gave up.

As I felt him jerk sharply on the bed, I quickly drew up the duvet. I had put it down a little when he had fallen sleepy. I risked a glance at him and grimaced in surprise when I saw that he was still asleep.

My frown deepened as I took in the sight of his shaky hands, his heaving chest, parted lips and the beads of sweat that stood on his forehead. I sat up in bed, observing him curiously. Was he sick or something?

I saw his hands shake once more as he twisted his neck from side to side, breathing heavily. “P-please, let her be…” I heard him pant. “Let her go… please… Elle…”

My brows furrowed. Elle. Who was that?

As he jerked harder and twisted on the bed, I realized he was having a nightmare. I began to panic, unsure of what to do. I reached out to pat him and possibly try to calm him down but I was too scared to touch him. I didn’t want to get into trouble for trying to help. Again. So I forced my eyes away from his spasming form and tried to block out the sounds. But I could feel the vibrations as he shook uncontrollably.

My heart clenched when he let out a broken cry, and without thinking it through, I reached out to grasp his hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly. When he continued to shake, I scooted closer to him, saying a word of prayer before placing my left hand to the back of his head and smoothening his hair down.

“It’s just a nightmare,” I whispered, steadily soothing him whilst using my other hand to rock him back and forth. After a while he began to relax. I observed him rather curiously. I would never picture someone as intimidating as him having a nightmare, so it was quite a surprise. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was a one time thing or if it was recurrent.

But that wasn’t important right now. I felt a warmth in the pit of my stomach as he clutched at the sides of my stomach, still breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe how small and harmless he looked at the moment. And I wasn’t sure why I felt so much sympathy for him at the moment.

But I resolved not to think about it.

Nikolai’s POV

I slowly opened my eyes to the slight rays of the sunlight. I don’t think I had slept better than I did last night in a very long time. As my body began to adjust to the environment, I looked down in shock to see that I was cuddled up close to the girl on the bed, her arms draped snugly around my neck. Cursing, I ignored the purring from my wolf and the urge to keep laying on her breasts and flung myself out of her hold, rousing her from sleep in the process.

“What the hell is going on here?!” I thundered, glaring at her as her rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. The action came off as adorable and for a moment I lost my bearings.

What the fuck?

It made me even angrier that she was such a distraction.

I saw her breathe in deeply and glare at me. “You were having a nightmare and you kept on having these spasms, I had to hold onto you to help you calm down. And then I… I slept off,” She looked down at this point and I could see her face redden.

But I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. Nightmare? I hadn’t had a nightmare in a while. And they were usually pretty bad. I was surprised that I did not awaken. I glared at her confused feature. She has seen me. How long did it happen for? What had she heard? Rage bubbled through my chest at the thought of looking so vulnerable in front of her.

“Don’t you ever touch me again!” I spat.

I saw her shake with fear but she kept her mouth shut. Good. I would have made her regret it if she said anything stupid.

Still fuming, I whipped out my phone and dialed Annalise. She picked up on the first ring.

“When is the flight supposed to leave again? And when will the tickets be here, no one has come to deliver them.”

She was quiet for a few moments. “The delivery boy will be there soon. But uh, today’s flight has been cancelled due to some technical issues.”

“What?!” I needed to leave this shit hole that was supposed to be a hotel. “How long is that going to take?”

“I’m not sure,” She answered, her voice beginning to break from the other end.

“Can we book another?” I asked in desperation.

“Yes but they have already been fully booked.”

“Fuck!” I hung up, tossing my phone to the bed. “It just keeps getting better and better.”

***

It was 2pm. Two hours since I got the news of the cancelled flight. I had showered and had breakfast, and so had the prisoner girl. We sat in silence for hours and occasionally I would look through my phone to distract myself. I looked over my phone discreetly to see her huddled up in a corner. Usually she never said anything when she was around me, but this time it was worse. I wondered if she was even breathing. She just sat there, listless and staring into space. I almost started to feel bad about this morning.

Trying not to dwell on it, I grabbed up the hotel brochure from the drawer. Flipping through it, I found out that they had a tennis table game. Finally, something to do around here.

I quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and made my way out of the room. As I swung the door open, I cast one last glance to the girl who hadn’t even looked up. I rolled my eyes and looked away and then I turned back to her. “I’m leaving to play some tennis.”

When I was halfway out the door I heard her ask, “Can I come?” Her voice was so low that if not for my magnified hearing I would not have caught a word.

I surprised myself by giving a small nod and waited a few moments so she could change into the casual clothes I had gotten that morning.

I was literally blown away when it turned out that she was quite good at tennis. I felt my competitive self surface when she managed to beat me twice. Oh, hell no.

As I hit the ball with my bat it bounced off the net and landed right on my face. I was surprised to hear her let out a soft, hearty laugh which for some reason made me smile. I hadn’t heard her laugh before.

“Where did you learn how to play?” I asked from across the table. I wasn’t even sure what came over me, but I didn’t try to control it this time.

She gaped at me in surprise but quickly recovered. “Uh, I, highschool. I have a few trophies,” She muttered, and I could tell that she was picking her words carefully.

I nodded, passing the ball back to her. When I finally won my first round against her, I pumped my fist in the air in victory, earning another laugh from her. “Let’s see you beat that, shall we?” I smirked, parting my arms. I loved the adrenaline rush I was getting. I couldn’t remember the last time I played a sport or game, the last time I talked this much, laughed this much.

It felt like a dream I would wake up from and so I didn’t try to fight it. She pulled her hair back into a bun and held her bat at the ready. “Bring it on,” She smiled, and I couldn’t see a trace of the fear that had seemed to be permanent in her eyes.

As I nodded, I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out to see a message from Anna:

‘Issues fixed. Flight by 3pm’

I stared long and hard at the message on the screen. I needed to get home today. I reread the message once more and then making my decision, I turned the screen off and tossed it back in my pocket, looking up to face the woman I was about to have a tennis battle with.

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