Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130

Alora’s POV

I’m back in the basement, the one that I’ve seen far to much of as a child. I hated this place, why did my mind have to bring me back here. I was chained in a standing position to the support beams above me. Then I hear it, the distinctive whistle of the whip flying through the air, I keep myself from crying out. My screams had only ever excited him. I knew he was dead, but trapped in this nightmare it didn’t matter. 3

Over and over again the blows come, I fight the pain as it tears open my flesh, leaving long deep gashes in my back. Finally he stops, panting, he wasn’t exactly fit for a Werewolf, thank the Goddess. Then it comes, like it always did, his hands in my wounds smearing the blood, digging his fingers in, for more visit :- www.noveljar.com I couldn’t hold back the cry of pain this time. Goddess please let me out of this nightmare.

“I can make it all stop.” he would whisper. “All you have to do is obey me and give me what I want.”

“Never!” I’d screamed at him.

This had always made him angry, so he slapped me, busting my lip, another slap more blood from my lip and now my nose, then another, this one causing my ears too ring. “Your nothing but a whore!” he snarled. “You should be happy to let me have what I want.” I’d spit my blood in his face. Roaring he grabbed up the whip and he went at it again, till I had no strength and I just hung there limp, nearly unconscious.

“You stupid whore, maybe next time you’ll know to obey me.” was his parting shot before going back up the stairs. Silent tears make there way down my cheeks as my body burns with pain from every nerve ending. 3

Then I hear it….Damien’s voice. “Alora, Starlight, baby please wake up, he can’t touch you any more, he can’t touch you.” His distress calls me from the nightmare, making it fade. I come to in Damien’s arms, tears tracking down my face, I was covered in sweat. “Damien.” my voice is hoarse and my throat hurt.

“Starlight! You’re awake, finally.” He clutches me close and rocks me back and fourth. for more visit :- www.noveljar.com I feel guilty about the distress my nightmares were causing him. 2

“I’m sorry.” I tell him.

“Don’t, don’t apologize, it’s not your fault you have these nightmares and this trauma, it’s theirs. Goddess I’m glad their dead, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from tearing them to pieces if they were still alive.” He was talking about Bettina and Allister.

This is not the only nightmare I’ve had this week, the first one stared Bettina, Damien had been pulled into that one with me. Those times seemed to be the hardest on him, reliving the specifics with me. For this one, he was left outside the dream only able to observe the stress this nightmares caused my body. Damien had been pulled into another one earlier this week.

That one had made both Damien and me glad for the protection spell on my womb, it would prevent Sarah from doing to me what she did in that nightmare.

Damien’s POV

I woke up to Alora crying out in her sleep when I touched her this time, I wasn’t pulled into her nightmare like I had her others. Her body was covered in sweat and her breathing labored. They had started coming nearly every night since the ultrasound telling us we would have twins. Her adoption ceremony was in two day’s. I needed to find a way to get her to sleep through the night.

This stress was terrible for a pregnant she wolf, and when she came out of her nightmares, her emotions would always turn to guilt. She would feel guilty for suffering nightmares, the only reason she had them was because of the trauma she suffered. None of it was her fault, and I would tell her

over and over until she could finally accept that truth. (4)

When she said this I had a sinking feeling in my gut, and asked her if there was a way to help someone cope through years worth of trauma and lessen it’s daily impact. She said their was, but only with a strong support system behind the patient. She also said it would depend on how determined the patient was to get better, and how strong their mind was.

Alora was strong, and she was determined, she also had a very strong support system behind her. With that, I had been given hope, we would find a way to over come what happened to Alora. At least to significantly reduce the amount of nightmares she had. Maybe if I started to enter the dreams on my own accord, maybe then I could help guide her out. (3)

Thinking on that I start the tub and I put some relaxing essential oils in the water, then I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature. I go back out to the bedroom and pick Alora up off the bed and carry her into the shower. As I washed her I massage her muscles a little bit, I would give her a better massage after her bath.

Once Alora was rinsed off, I turn off the shower, then lead her over to the large tub as it just finished filling. Turning off the taps I get me and Alora settled into the tub with her front on my chest. Alora relaxes into me as I hold her close and start to pet her, it was my favorite pass time, just touching her. As we soak, I mind link one of the Heartsong Mansion’s over night maids and ask them to have our bedding changed quickly.

We stay in the tub till the water started to cool. I lift her out of the tub, then stand her in front of me as I gently dry her skin. Sitting her at the vanity in the bathroom, I blow dry her hair and massage her scalp. When her hair was dry we head out to the bedroom, I grabbed a bottle of massage oil out of the warmer in the bathroom, making sure to turn it off on our way out.

I pull back the covers on the fresh bedding and have her lay on her belly. Using the lilac and honeysuckle scented oil, for more visit :- www.noveljar.com I give Alora a deep tissue massage. She fell asleep as I was massaging her front side, with her relaxed and back to sleep, I crawl in bed next to her and bring her up against my chest. I fall back to sleep myself, holding my mate close.