Ramona: The Alpha's Nemesis

s silent around him, but within his mind, chaos reigned. His body was still, yet he could feel ever

haunted him. Th

ever fully revealed, yet never truly gone. He could never remember meeting her in real life,

woman started?. He couldn't re

real, like a vision that couldn't quite be touched. The fabric of her gown shimmered under an unseen light, cast

just out of reach. But the rest of her... the curve of her body,

why she felt so important, yet so unknown. But his body moved before his mind could catch up, and his fingers brushed against hers. Th

eir colors vibrant, the landscape alive with warmth and peace. But inside him, the storm raged. He couldn't unders

ing on forever. It felt like a dream that had no beginning and no end

r carried on the wind, yet it cut through him like a blade. The question

uldn't answer. The question gnawed at him, made him feel

said finally, his voice thick with fr

h hidden, felt penetrating, as if she could see right through

r voice a soothing melody, but there was something in he

is pulse quickening. "What do you mean

ut it only deepened his frustration. How could she say that? How could she cl

e contact, a wave of pleasure coursed through him. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. Her hand felt like an extension of h

nd in that moment, he knew he would do anything to stay in this d

ispered, her voice hushed

e with her hidden one. "How?" he asked, his voice strained. "I don't know where to s

fied him. "That's because you've met me before." she said, her

do you mean?" he growled, his frustration bubbling

ng from his lips before he could stop it. It was

n, as though she pitied him. She nodded slowly, her hand s

..everything started to fade into darkness. His heart thundered in his chest as

ast words ringing in his ears befo

unding in his chest as if it might burst from his ribcage. The room around him was dark, the only sound the deafening

aunting him like this? He gritted his teeth, rubbing a hand across his face, tr

rom the intensity of the dream. He needed s

water rushed over him as he stepped into the spray, hoping it would wash away the

he couldn't shake the feeling that she

at he would never be free