Chapter 6 This Is Not A Dream

Jaylene

I couldn't take another step forward.

I couldn't control the bile rising up my throat as I fell on my knees, throwing up all the porridge I had managed to take into my stomach.

And then it begins.

The intense sensation... The intense pain in my stomach, churning and twisting.

Accompanied by a burning fire, sparking under my skin with fervor. My vision hazy and splitting into grids.

"I have to run," I tell myself, grabbing my head with my hands as a big wave of cluster headache peels my skull.

It hurts... It hurts so much that I can't breathe... I can't scream.

And then a sharp pain comes on my neck.

I didn't feel it until now... the spot... the bite.

I pull the shirt off my shoulders and blood is flowing down my chest. It hurts.

I don't understand what is going on with me but I have to run.

I turn around to see Rowan leisurely walking towards me, with an air of confidence around him, knowing that I cannot escape this place no matter what I do.

But I don't believe him, I don't believe any words that come out from his stupid lips.

No!

I shake my head as dizziness is beginning to wash over me.

I rub my thighs together, feeling heat...

It's hot, It's so hot!

"Wake up," I slap my face repeatedly, crawling forward, not caring about soiling myself with my own vomit.

I need to get away from him.

His voice comes behind me, cold and annoyed, "Are you having fun humiliating yourself in front of me?"

I don't answer, I crawl faster.

However, in a blink of an eye the pain in my hair is sudden. He grips me tightly and yanks me up, throwing me against the wall beside us.

I fall face flat, something shattering inside me.

My chest is tight, I can't breathe.

"Stop running from me!" Rowan yells, his eyes red, "Stop fucking trying to run!"

It hurts, I can't move.

Rowan squats in front of me, lifting up my chin with his fingers, "You are in heat," He leans forward sniffing me like a fucking dog, "You are beginning to experience your first heat, can you imagine that?"

I want to argue and tear him apart with the harsh words brewing on my tongue but it seems my body loosens its resolve to how his warm breath fans the side of my face, tingling my ear, easing the pain in my neck.

I lean into his touch, my next words escaping my throat as a whine, "What is happening to me? Did you drug my food?"

"Is that how low you think of me, Levi?" He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, "I don't have a reason to do that to you and what you are experiencing is something far more ecstatic than any drug. Your heat, it's part of who you are now. And it shows that your body is adapting and picking up its new role."

I'm even more confused by his words.

My body... I forced myself to get up but I couldn't.

I have lost my past memory and my past self... But I know I have never experienced something like this before.

"What did you do to me?" I couldn't control the tears that fell down my cheeks as our eyes locked together, "What did you do?"

"I saved your life. That is exactly what I did. Why? Are you afraid that I turned you into a Wolf? Because I did just that, Levi!"

My eyes widened in shock.

"No, no, you have no right...you didn't... you can't do that to me. I'm not a wolf or anything like that. I'm not an animal and I'm not going to act like one. Let me go, please."

No, it can't be.

I want to believe that he is lying to me but my body speaks... it reacts otherwise.

I push my legs to my stomach, folding myself into half protectively, hiding the humiliation that smears on my face as my ass squirts slicks.

"Stop struggling with yourself, Levi. I can smell you."

This can't be happening to me!

"Let's get you washed up..."

"Don't touch me," I glared at him, "You fucking pervert, I don't like men!"

I watch how Rowan redraws his hands to himself.

"I don't know what you did to my body," I shake my head unbelievably, crying heavily, inconsolably at how I ended up in this situation, "I don't want this, I don't want what is happening to me."

"I will make it stop if you let me touch you. But too sad, you just said you don't like men anymore."

"Anymore?" I ask myself, trying to think back if I have ever liked a man before. And it's not possible, I am not that type of person.

"You need my help and I'm going to give it to you whether you appreciate me or not," He carries me up in a bridal style and walks back to the bedroom.

I don't struggle with him or fight him. Rather I lean closer, pressing my face against his chest. Inhaling his strong scent that I couldn't resist or describe, a quiet moan escaping my throat.

"I need you to stand," He says before dropping me on my feet. My vision is blurry but I could tell we were in the middle of the bathroom, in front of a long mirror.

I stare at my reflection as Rowan takes off my clothes, leaving me with nothing on. I didn't recognize who I was or what I am.

I move my neck around a little bit, taking in the bleeding and swollen looking bite mark.

"It will heal," Rowan trails his fingers around the spot, our eyes meeting each other in the mirror, "Even the pains and everything you are going through right now will pass."

I shut my eyes, biting my lips to stop my moan as every spot his fingertips touch on my skin, itches, tingles.

"You just have to listen to me, to my voice, pretty little Omega."

I want to question him, ask him what he means by what he just said to me but my entire body fails me as I preen to his words instead.

It feels good to listen to him.

I lean back on his chest, letting him touch me more.

But he suddenly stops, our eyes closing on each other again.

The mirror reflects my desire... my dick standing firm.

I immediately cover myself with my hands as Rowan's eyes lowers there.

He doesn't say anything about it or mocks me.

"Come," His hand is snaking up my waist as he gently pulls me along with him.

Soon, I'm under a freezing cold shower.

I shivered, seeking the warmth of Rowan's body even though he had his clothes on.

I turned around and hugged him.

He gasps and then chuckles softly, "The cold water will help, Levi."

I don't disagree with him, I press my nose into the base of his neck, sucking on his skin.

I want to be touched by him.

"Why are you still wearing your clothes... take them off," I tug on his black shirt, emphasizing my words and concerns.

Something else is taking over my brain.

Something I cannot control... And I'm losing to it.

The more Rowan is close to me... the more I want him... But... I don't think I have done it with a man before... But my body is telling me he will do it nicely, deliciously, and intentionally.

"Turn around," Rowan whispers into my ears, rubbing his face on the side of my own face.

My body obeyed.

I turned around, resting my head on his shoulder as his fingers wrapped around my neck.

The bite mark exposed to him.

"Don't worry about my clothes," He littered kisses around the mark but didn't touch it.

It throws me over the edge as I push my ass backwards, pressing the bulge packed in the front of his trousers.

"Worry about your own pleasure," His fingers trails down my ass cheeks, squeezing the supple flesh, "Worry about how many times you can stop yourself from cumming," He slowly pushes two of his digits into my ass ring.

"Oh..." I spread my legs more, running my fingers over the back of his hand around my neck.

Submitting to his strong hold that snatches my breath from my lungs.

His fingers roams my inside, taping every inch, digging and searching for something.

"What will be my reward when I find it, Levi," He whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe.

God

I don't know what he is talking about. But.... His voice is so raspy, laced with emotions, with a leaking desire he guards so tightly.

A soft moan escapes me as his finger taps on a very sensitive spot.

It feels so good.

"I found it after all," He muttered, amused.

"Yes," I nodded, wishing that he would tap on it again but he didn't.

He slips out his fingers, bringing them to my face.

"Look, you are so wet."

True to his words, his fingers are sticky with a thick smell of vanilla.

My face flushed with embarrassment.

I should feel humiliation even, for what is going on with my body, for feeling pleasure from a man that just threw me against the wall, from the man that kidnapped me.

"Please... continue touching me there," My voice shivers under the cold water, "It feels good, I like it, please."

"How can you beg me like this? Do you think I will not dare do it? Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?" He slips his fingers back in, three this time.

His middle finger, directly attacking the spot mercilessly.

I cry out, moaning helplessly as tears fall down the side of my face.

He begins to stroke my dick, putting a sheer pressure around it.

It feels so good, the pleasure is too much for me.

"Rowan... It's cumming," I shake my head, shutting my eyes in pleasure as my orgasm approaches, spilling on the shower glass.

"Right," He pressed a kiss on my cheek and then on my hair, "Let's get you dry up before you catch a cold."

I nodded, slowly coming down from my high.

I let him wash me up, dry me up, and put me a new pair of pajamas.

I don't struggle.

I just watch him quietly as he tucks me into bed, putting the blanket over my shoulders.

But the heat in my body doesn't stop, it burns with needs, to be fucked by this stranger.

"Get some rest, you will feel better in the morning."

"I don't want to rest... I want..."

"Shhhh," He placed his finger on my lips, "Rest now."