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)
I had a few meetings with the Clan’s mental health department and found a therapist I think would work for Alora, but she would
have to decide that on her own. It had been easier to get her to agree to go than I had thought it would be, but Alora told me she
wanted to get better, she was tired of the nightmares. I would be with her every step, I wouldn’t let her face all this alone. 2
I hold Alora close to my chest as she calms down from the nightmare, just holding her, giving her my support. She was the most
precious thing in the world to me, and she was hurting because of all she suffered. I couldn’t begin to describe how much
watching her suffer, and being unable to do anything about, it made my heart break. She had deserved a much better life than
the one she got, and I would spend our life making sure she knows just how much she means to me.
I kiss her forehead and she looks up at me, there’s a frown on her face. “What is it Starlight?” I asked her.
“I feel icky, I really want a shower.” She tells me.
I chuckle, “Your wish is my command, but might I suggest a bath after a quick rinse in the shower, I think a good soak will do you
good.” I tell her.
She smiles up at me, her love for me in her eyes “Thank the Goddess I have you as my mate, you take care of me so well.” she
says in a husky, emotion filled voice.
I smile down at her and give her a kiss, when I lift up I look back into her eyes. for more visit :- www.noveljar.com “It is my
pleasure to take care of you, mate, wait here and I’ll go get everything started.” I tell her. (2
I decided I would give her a bit of a spa treatment, I didn’t want her body to suffer any lingering effects of her nightmare. I wanted
to minimize the damage they caused her until we found away to get them to fade, and hopefully disappear altogether if that could
be accomplished. I will know more once the therapist meets with Alora. 3
According to the therapist, there were different degrees of trauma, some could be over come, while others, could never be gotten
over or forgotten. She said the mind had a funny way of holding on to things. The worse the moment in your life, the more
ingrained into your mind it is, just like your happiest moment was. It was the in between moments that sometimes got lost. (2
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.
