DRAWN TO YOU

"Everyone is dead," The Alpha says in horror as he stares at the dead bodies of his people.

'The Darhk's had carried out a complete massacre of everyone present in the castle in his absence.

He should have known leaving wasn't a good idea, he did have a bad feeling earlier but Aurora, his mate, had assured him that it wasn't anything serious and that he should go.

But now he doesn't even know where she is.

He speeds up the stairs desperately praying that he finds her sitting down or most likely hiding or even unconscious at worst, regardless, he just hopes desperately that she is alive.

He stands in front of his room, with his door wide open and an appalling sight is before his eyes.

The sight before him as he walks into his room shatters him internally, it is the most deadly assault he has ever received, the most lethal blow a being could land on him, his mate, his queen, and lover lay mutilated before him, covered in her own blood.

" No!" The Alpha screams in horror and walks to the bed looking at the severed pieces of his beautiful mate, which is arranged to spell out the word 'DARHK', the collective name of the group of supernaturals who did this, right on their bed.

He stands beside her staring down at the pieces of her body unable to bring himself to touch her.

Her head is placed to start the spelling of the word and her eyes are wide open revealing an empty lifeless void that flows stabs his soul, quelling his source of life.

Tears roll down his eyes as he goes through the turmoil of losing his mate, he takes a hand to his chest, right above his heart in a bid to ease the overwhelming pain in his heart.

Amaeldria isn't known to be one capable of reckless conflict, this act completely breaks the balance of peace within the realm.

The act of murdering the mate of the Alpha, the tribrid king of the entire realm, is an act of war, but the act of mutilation and fearless desecration of the Alpha's mate, rather leads to complete alienation of the species involved without giving them a fighting chance.

" What shall we do?" Liam, a mage vampire and his closest ally says.

" We bury the queen and then rain hellfire on all those who caused this." He says as darkness swells around him and his eyes turn pitch black, the exact color of his soul while staring at his only source of happiness laid in pieces before him.

After mourning, comes war and after which comes expulsion.

He is prepared for the worst.

DECADES LATER

JASMINE'S POV

I have always suspected that my grandmother is sick due to the obvious signs. But whenever I asked, she'd lift her lips in a weak smile and say she was fine. For a few months, everything seemed completely fine until one night when I returned from school and overheard her weak voice over the phone.

"No doctor, I won't be undergoing the surgery. I have kids to take care of if you have forgotten. I'll come and get the drugs tomorrow. Thank you, doctor," Grandma says as she ends the call

"Good evening Granny," I greet, announcing my presence.

"Welcome sweetie, how was your day?"

"It was okay, so uh, granny. Who was on the line just now?"

"Oh, nothing for you to worry about," she says with a smile while using her thumb to caress my cheek.

I smile weakly, confused about why she would reject surgery and then still try to hide the details from me. "You should go upstairs and help your brother, he has been waiting for you to come home," she completes, trying to change the topic.

"Granny, please tell me who was on the line," I insist.

Grandma sighs, knowing that I will not let it go, and decides to tell me everything. She tells me how she is battling cancer and also about how she doesn't have enough money to undergo any form of surgery, adding that the only things she can afford are drugs.

The greatest shock is when she tells me that she has only till the end of the year to live. I feel so shocked that I don't even know when we both start crying until I hear myself sob.

"I don't think it is necessary to spend so much money to prolong the inevitable and then forego you and your brother's upkeep," Grandma says sadly with tears rolling down her eyes.

I stand still processing everything Grandma just said when I get wrapped in a hug.

"Don't worry child, I'm not leaving you today, or tomorrow so be strong for both me and your brother, focus on your studies so that you will make me proud," Grandma says as she soothes me while I cry.

Months pass by and Grandma starts losing weight drastically, her hair falls off, and she becomes unable to walk, automatically becoming bedridden.

I feel devastated and disbelief crowds my mind, my grandma is dying and I can't do anything about it, my last parental figure is losing her life and I can't stop it.

The thought of dropping out of school has crossed my mind a number of times but each time I bring it up, the dying woman forbids it, insisting that I continue schooling.

Several doctors have already confirmed that it was too late to help her and all they said was for me to take care of my grandma till the day she died.

It feels like the world is coming to an end for me. How am I supposed to take care of my dying grandmother and my little brother Raphael when I can't work as per her wish?

I am just seventeen and my brother is five and we are going to lose our grandmother. Much to my dismay, I don't have enough time to ponder about this as one night, grandmother calls for me. "Good evening granny," I greet while sitting down beside the bed.

"Hey sweetie, come closer," Grandma says beckoning me forward. I go and sit on the bed, holding her hands.

"Sweetie, I have to say this before I'm unable to anymore," Grandmother says weakly.

"No granny, please don't sound like that, "I say with pleading eyes while shaking my head stubbornly.

"Listen, sweetie, I don't have much time," Grandma says in short breaths "In our family, we have a peculiar gift which you will soon come to find out about. You will soon turn eighteen and you will start noticing changes in your body."

I freeze up at the statement, wondering the kind of changes she is talking about, but Grandma continues anyway. "Listen, once these changes occur, you will be looked for by a lot of people, both evil and good, some may disguise themselves as friends in order to harm you. Be very careful sweetie, you have a very great destiny, one you cannot comprehend right now but as time goes on, you will." She pauses and stares at me with a very strict look and a stern face. " The only person you are to fully trust is your mate. He will come looking for you and he will find you. You would know exactly who he is to you immediately you lay your eyes on him."

Grandma says when she starts coughing severely before I can even respond.

"Protect your heart. It's your greatest strength and weakness." Grandma continues between coughs.

"Please Granny, just stay still and rest, you can continue tomorrow," I say in haste when I see that she is about to continue talking again.

Grandma stares at me as if she is pondering over something, then she smiles.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you earlier, at least this will give you more time to comprehend everything, you will have three more years of a normal life sweetie and then you will be thrown into a life you have no idea of, I'm sorry child that it has to be this way." She says weakly and raises her right hand, placing it on my heart.

"But don't worry Jasmine, I will do in my death what I failed to do now that I'm alive." She says as she begins murmuring words that I can't understand.

Just as she drops her hand, I start getting lightheaded but I don't fail to notice when her heart stops beating.

I cry so hard and cling to her hands when I see that she is dead. My heart feels so heavy and tears pour out my eyes freely, I feel my emotions drowning within.

The air starts becoming intense as I struggle to breathe. Slowly, I start losing consciousness as I fall against the bed and on my grandma's corpse.

***

As the air calms down, the two females lay silently. One dead, one asleep.

Suddenly, a soft glow starts emerging from Jasmine, straight from her heart till it envelops her entire body.

No one knew what happened, or how it did and the only person that knew was dead.

JASMINE'S POV

I feel his hot breath on my neck as he pushes me to the wall trapping me in front of him. I am totally naked before him. It is pitched black and the usual black wisp of smoke emerging from his body surrounds us. All I can see are his blue eyes, all I do is feel. His hands trail down from my neck to my left breast, finding my already erect nipple, he circles it with his fingers and then flicks and tweaks it. I let out a moan as he applies pressure in massaging it.

He makes a soft hum of satisfaction as I arch towards him seeking for more silently. He sets my body on fire with his touch and I would be damned if I stop him. I let out a needy sound as his other hand trails down my stomach towards my aching sex. His hand moves so slow that I am about to complain when his other hand leaves my left nipple and immediately caresses my right mound and tweaks the nipple even harder than the first as he sucks on my earlobes, sending high jolts of pleasure down to my already wet pussy.

I moan loudly and whimper when I realize I can't talk. I can't find my voice or move my hands as they seem to be glued to the wall by an invisible force above my head. I don't even care how this is possible at this point, all I want is for him to continue his delicious assault on my body.

I whimper and moan continuously while staring at his very blue and beautiful eyes, begging silently for release as he continues touching me everywhere but the actual place that is aching badly and yearning to be touched. I try to move any part of my body and luckily my legs still function, I take my knee up to his groin and move it up and down his member applying as much pressure as my trembling legs can.

He lets out a groan and moves his hand that was still caressing my stomach downwards with the same slow pace until he finally touches my pussy. As his fingers stroke my pussy lips, I moan out loud at the blissful feeling and try moving my hips to increase the extremely slow and torturous pace he is going in. I feel him smile on my face as he uses his other hand to stop me from moving. I suck in a breath and close my eyes, trying to say a prayer to God to touch his heart to finally stop teasing me but I can't find words as my brain had long turned mush.

He suddenly stops and I hear his rich sultry voice. "Open them." He says and I immediately open my eyes to meet his now blood-red eyes.

I don't have time to react as he immediately slams his lips into mine, and pushes a finger into my cunt just as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

The feeling is totally divine, I moan senselessly as he becomes harder and faster with both his finger and his tongue.

Just as he was about to add his second finger to me, "Ring!!!" A piercing sound reaches my ears, jolting me out of the dreamland and back to reality.

I groan as I turn off the stupid alarm that interrupted me.

'It was just getting to the best part, he was already at the freaky stage, eyes red and sexy.' I cry within myself as I get out of bed still cursing the alarm clock that interrupted my dream.

I sigh and sluggishly take off my clothes, walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth and bathe.

Long gone are those days when I would feel weird and scared about having such inappropriate dreams, it has been happening for the past four years.

I've had a series of weird dreams every single day, which was quite disturbing at first, I tried to figure out what was wrong but couldn't even explain the dreams to anyone except my best friend because of how weird they usually are.

In some of the dreams, I can move things without touching them and I can set a building on fire by just saying words, while in some I would see a bunch of wolves running around me, licking and purring at my feet.

In these dreams I always see my grandmother dressed in an immaculate white attire, instructing me on what to do in each situation. Her eyes usually change their color to pure white too and she speaks to me in a totally unknown language which I seem to understand in the dreams and also remember in real life, a knowledge that I choose to ignore because it makes no sense to me.

I stopped paying attention to the meaning of the constant dreams, since for the past three years I've not even been able to find any reason behind them, even though Reina keeps insisting that they actually mean something, I don't think they are worth any more of my time to ponder about. I just strongly convince myself that it is because I watch too many supernatural movies, which I can't seem to give up.

Of all the crazy dreams, the one that seems to interest me most is the extremely sexual dreams of the blue-eyed candy, even though I literally know nothing about him. As weird as it might seem, he seems to be the only one capable of making me sexually excited, not that I've even given any other guy a chance, I consider guys as distractions and exactly what I don't need.

Having one in my dreams isn't distracting so I don't see why I cannot enjoy what I feel is nature's way of telling me I'm on the right emotional track, as weird as it might be.

Several times I've wondered why of all the strange dreams and all the familiar and unfamiliar faces, it's the encounter with him that excites me most, sometimes I even find myself longing to see him unconsciously and considering all dreamy encounters with him are very sexual, it is extremely irresponsible of me but I can't help myself.

The weirdest thing is that this face is not a figment of my imagination but an actual person whom I have met once, on the day I and Reina escaped the grasp of our evil guardians.

We were on the run and we bumped into each other's cars, I was running from my senior brother who came back after ten years to take custody of me and my junior brother Raphael, and Reina from her family's lawyer who took care of her and managed her very voluptuous inheritance after the death of her parents when she was eight.

Reina's parent were multi-millionaires and her inheritance is the reason behind the comfortable life we are living.

Minus the fact that my alarm clock woke me up from dreaming of a total stranger who is my regular and welcomed visitor, I'm grateful I got up in good time to prepare for my first day of work.

I'm actually pretty excited, it has been six months since I got out of college and searching for a job, and I finally got a call back from a very prestigious company, after a series of interviews.

Having no extremely huge inheritance, due to the fact that my family members, minus one, did not have enough for me to inherit from. It feels extremely good to know that I am capable of fending for myself even though Reina has never complained and will probably make no complaints in the future.

With this in mind, I practically skip to my closet which contains various designer clothes all thanks to Reina who always says.

"Appearance is the first step to making a good impression and everyone is expected to make a good first impression". I practically hear her voice saying it to me every time I open the closet.

"Hmm! Perfect," I say as I pick out a black suit and a white shirt. I put on the outfit and stand in front of the mirror to admire myself.

"Damn girl, you look hot." I hear Reina say with sleepy eyes.

"Rei, I didn't expect you to be awake by this time," I say to her giving her a quizzical look.

"Mmmm." She says, ignoring me as she throws herself on me, enveloping me in a hug.

" You smell really nice and feel really fresh and soft." She says with a smile.

This is actually her best version, the only time she says less than a thousand words in one minute. "Get off mama! You smell really bad and feel really gross and there is a high chance that my gorgeous outfit is getting tainted by your peculiar morning scent." I laugh and shrug her off as I go pick up my cologne and spray it all over myself while eyeing her playfully.

"If not that I used to your bitchy way of addressing beautiful people like me, I would have totally given you the best tongue lashing I can come up with now" She rolls her eyes and yawns which amuses me even more.

I head downstairs and hurriedly make breakfast. " I'm off Rei. I need to make a good first impression today so I'm going extra early." I say after I'm done with breakfast and make my way to the door.

"Okay bitch. Have fun." She says as she follows me to the door and just as I am about to go through it, she spanks my ass and runs upstairs to her room.

This is probably what I get for bad-mouthing her. "If not that you are my best friend and I'm used to this psychotic way of life I would have tackled you and beaten you black and blue," I say with a very stern voice. What I just said is a very obvious lie because she knows she is way more athletic than I am and I do not have time to waste on her at the moment. I hear her give her an evil laugh and I wonder how I got to know such a person.

JASMINE'S POV

I hail a cab and head to the office still very nervous but excited as well. The pay of the job is not as much as I want it to be but the company stated on the employment letter that it's not fixed and that the employee's performance will determine if the pay will be increased or not. I'm determined to put in my best effort, probably even more to ensure I get the pay up to what I'm comfortable with.

I am about to relax and calm my excited nerves when I feel the car collide with another. "Jeez ouch! What happened?" I ask when I bump my head on the car door.

" I think I hit a car." The cab driver says looking very worried as he gets out of the car to inspect the damage. "I'm so sorry, it was an accident." I hear him say apologetically.

" What bloody accident will make you not see my trafficator or are you blind?" The other driver says angrily with a thick French accent.

I get out of the car before the cab driver responds. I need to settle this nicely so I won't get late, first impression and all. I walk in front of the driver, give a friendly smile, And say. "Is there any damage done to the car?"

The driver stares at me with cold eyes and says. "Oh no, why will there be, the car is sparkling new and fresh after your blind driver hit it." I can clearly hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice and it is starting to piss me off.

I try to calm down for the sake of my new job and take a diplomatic stance. "Sir, please let's be mature about this, from what am seeing the damage doesn't seem that serious besides, this driver here said it was a mistake," I say as I point to the cab driver who was standing at a spot.

"So you are trying to say I'm being immature, you fucking hit my car and you are telling me to be mature." He says pulling my last straw of sane reasoning, he isn't being rude to just me but also to the very remorseful driver and I can't take it anymore.

" Maybe you should have used your fucking horn. Just maybe you wouldn't be standing here ranting like a mad man, I'm sure you went to a fucking driving school to know that you can also use your horn when need is, or does your horn not work as well as your shitty mouth." I say glaring daggers at him. I'm not good at controlling words that come out of my mouth when I'm angry and he pushed me to my limit so he is totally responsible for the way I just spoke to him. Minus the fact that I don't get easily angry when I do, I lose most sense of rationality.

The driver stands there totally shocked by my outburst but is not given a chance to speak as the car door opens and a man with a very dark aura steps out dressed in an immaculately tailored business suit. "Oliver!! Do not say another word." He says sternly to the driver, who immediately bows his head in respect and hurriedly gets into the car.

He slowly turns his gaze toward the cab driver and then towards me causing goosebumps to rise all over his body. I can sense very clearly that the cab driver is frightened even when the man's gaze is fixed on me.

I can't seem to take my eyes off him also, he looks extremely familiar, but I can't tell who he is or where I've met him before.

" I'm sorry for how my driver spoke to you." He says with a completely different tone than he used to talk to his driver. His aura changes too, it felt like the weather moved from extreme cold to pleasant warmth.

He gets into the car without waiting for a reply, even though he wouldn't have gotten one from the totally shocked me.

Everything suddenly clicked. I know where I've heard that voice before, I know that face, those eyes, and that extremely intense aura.

They are the same ones I see in my dreams, it is the same deep, rich, sultry voice I long to hear every night in my dreams.

'It's you.' I gasp as I realize who he is and how completely fucked up my life just became.

I move my very stiff leg back in the direction of the cab driver who looked very strange, I could clearly see mixed emotions of fear and gratitude not that I even paid much mind to it as my mind was filled with thoughts of every single night I had an erotic moment with him in my dream.

As I get back into the cab, my thoughts drift back to the day my grandmother was buried which was the same day I set my eyes on MR Stranger.

I remember everything clearly as if it just happened yesterday, after the evening my grandmother called me, a meeting I surprisingly cannot remember in detail as when I try to think about it, everything becomes foggy and my head starts to hurt, all I know is that it was the night of her death. Reina and I planned out everything perfectly, right from the escape plan to how we would survive when we succeeded.

The plan was to leave Paris and move to New York, start a totally different life than the one we had, and change our names, our hair colors, and our eye color too.

I didn't do the eye color part though, I love how green and earth-like my eyes look, it's one of my peculiar family traits. My mom had green eyes too though my dad didn't and I took after my mom while Raphael took after my dad.

I lean my head back on the car seat and remember when Reina brought in our new identification cards, her name was changed from Reina Royals Mickelson to Natalie Rosette Johnson. Mine was changed from Jasmine Brigitte Alexandre to Annette Guillaume Denis. I had mixed feelings back then, I was both excited and scared. Excited about the new things I'd get to do at a new place and around new people and scared that the new life we were about to start would not be as pleasant as we believed it would be.