VALERIE'S POV
'Valerie,'
'My sweetheart, Valerie,'
"Mmmm," I twisted in the bed as someone mumbled my name again and again.
"Stop calling me Ambrose. We have had enough sessions. Let me sleep now. My body is sore," I murmured before twisting and shuffling closer to Ambrose.
'Valerie,'
I heard the same voice again and realized Ambrose wasn't the one whispering my name.
'Come to me,' The voice came again, and I gulped before shutting my eyes close.
'Who is it?' I narrowed my eyes, sitting on my bed to look around.
I am not some retard heroine of a movie who will follow the strange voice into some unknown area and get myself into trouble.
After a few seconds passed, but no reply came, and I laid back on the bed.
I probably hear these voices. I need to calm my mind and stop thinking about weird things.
I tried my best to sleep again, but it looked like a distant, lost cost now.
'Valerie,' The same voice came again, but this time it was different. It held a strange coldness, and a shiver ran down my spine.
'Look, whoever you are. You need to come in front of me. There is no way I am following you. If you can't come in front of me, then I don't think we have something to talk about," I turned to my left side, facing Ambrose, hoping his handsome face would distract me from everything.
'Valerie,' the same hissing voice appeared again, and I bit my lips in pure annoyance.
'I can come there, but do you want me to come close to your love? Are you sure?' the voice finally said something apart from calling me, and I looked at the happy and content face of my boyfriend before gulping.
Did I want this creepy person, whoever it was, to come here? What if I am not imagining things, and someone is indeed calling me? Someone way more sinister and unpredictable than I can think of?
I looked around before taking my phone and turning on the torch. I didn't want to wake up Ambrose and have him worry about just another scenario when I already knew he has so much going on in his head because of those attacks and dead bodies. I can't risk him worrying about more.
With a deep sigh, I walked to the window, and with trembling hands, I gently pulled away the blinds.
A breath of relief left my mouth when I saw there was no one on my balcony or even on the ground.
As I was about to turn around, I looked at the moon; that was exceptionally beautiful today. I opened the balcony glass door and walked out, wanting to enjoy the view and thank the moon goddess for giving me this kind of happiness through Ambrose.
"I know I cursed you a lot for everything that happened in my life previously, and I know that none of it is justified. Thank you for thinking in my best interest. Thank you for giving me the kind of life I wanted, filled with love and happiness," I smiled at the moon.
"This is not perfect. I still have problems, but what will be a beautiful sea without any storms? I will tackle everything if you are with me and keep your hand on my head just like you always have,"
"It's beautiful, no?" I heard a voice around me, and I nodded.
"It is indeed," I looked at the moon in awe. The small whitish blue clouds appearing in front of it were enhancing its beauty.
"This is the most beautiful I have seen in quite a while, even when I love to look at the moon most nights," I smiled, but the smile on my face soon froze when I realized that the voice I heard just now was nowhere near familiar.
No. It was actually familiar. Familiar in a way that is enough to give me goosebumps.
I shifted my gaze from the moon to the forest, and there he was.
Red blazing eyes, shining perfectly in the moon. His face wasn't clear because of the hat he was wearing, but the familiar powerful aura was enough to run a chill down my spine.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Someone you shouldn't be afraid of, my love. I know you hate us, but we aren't here to harm you. This was never our intention. We hate what happened to you, and I swear we will avenge it," the man said, and the presence of fangs when he was speaking was enough of an indication to see who he was.
He was a vampire.
"I... I..." I didn't know what to say anymore. I just kept looking into his eyes. His eyes didn't hold any animosity toward me. Rather, they held the kind of emotions that I have seen in people around me. Was it envy? Adoration? Care? Attraction?
I don't know what it was, but for some reason, it was alluring and calling me. I took a step ahead, wanting to touch him, but he smiled, his fangs shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Not today, mi amore. Not today. I will come soon to meet you. Just know that no matter what happens, I have always got your back. I am not exactly the person who should be saying these words, but I want to. No one will bully you from now on," he said, and I was about to ask what he meant and who the hell he was when he vanished into thin air.
"Who are you?!" I shouted in the forest, not afraid that someone would hear me and wake up from their deep slumber.
Knowing about the person who was watching us in our sleep was way more impossible. This was the first time I caught him. Since when has he been watching me? Was he also there when I felt someone's presence back at the apartment?
Was he also there when I felt someone was watching me at the University when I was in the middle of my biochemistry experiment? Or was he there when I was working at the cafe? I gulped and was about to turn around when my foot hit something hard, and I lost my balance.
"Ambrose!" I shouted when I fell off the balcony.
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Gasp!!!
I opened my eyes and looked around. I touched my body, my hands, legs, and the back of my head to see if I was bleeding when I noticed I was back on the bed I was sleeping on.
"Does that mean I was dreaming about all those things? There was no man with red eyes and fangs? No one came to talk to me? Was it because of all the thoughts circling my head?" I asked myself and looked at Ambrose, who was sleeping peacefully.
It must be it. I had been thinking about these vampires a hell lot more than I should have. Because of my constant desire to drink Ambrose's blood and the presence of those dead bodies in his pack, I have thought about them quite a number of times in the last twenty-four hours.
It might just be the side effects of too much thinking. I nodded at myself before sighing. I looked at the time and noticed it was six in the morning already.
I won't be getting any sleep anymore, either. It's better if I just walk out of bed and do some workouts. I have been skipping the training routine too, which is so not like me.
If I need to keep good control of my powers since they'll be increasing and trying to take over me as I am becoming more and more vampire-like because of all the blood and sex, I'll have to keep training.
If I keep skipping training like this, they will try to take over me just like Adele keeps warning me, and I don't want anything like that to happen.
"Morning, beautiful. How was your night?" Logas asked as soon as I got fresh and walked out of the room.
"I am feeling good. What about you? Sorry, I left early. It was just getting a bit ugly with all the negative thoughts around me. How did it go?" I asked Logan.
"It was okay. I guess. You know I am not such a big fan of such hypocritical gatherings. They smile and praise each other on their faces and behind their backs; most of the alphas are trying to conspire with the rogues to take over packs and get more land under them. I am sure if the council didn't have the power to overthrow an Alpha, things would've been a hell lot uglier," Logan shuddered, and I chuckled at his exaggeration.
"Are you up for sparing training? I just feel sore and want to take out my frustration of last night on someone," I groaned.
"Well, should I call Damian for that? I am sure you will feel extremely good after beating him into a pulp," Logan wriggled his brows, and I rolled my eyes at his suggestion.
"By the way, I have been meaning to ask for some time. What's that? I mean, I would've thought it was a hickey and a symbol of your hot passionate night with Ambrose, but that honestly doesn't look like that. It looks something different. Unless Ambrose has grown fangs rather than canines, he can't leave such a mark," Logan said, and I squinted my eyes.
"Left what?" I asked, confused.
"The mark on your left shoulder. It looks like someone bit you, but it's way different than a bite. Why does it have red blood fire around it?" Logan asked me, and I tried to look at my left shoulder, and there was indeed something hard to look at.
"I don't know what it is. I can't see," I thinned my lips.
"Wait. Let me click a photo of it. You stand still," He said, and I nodded.
"Here," he showed me, and I narrowed my eyes.
It was...
"The blood fire almost looks identical to my mate's mark, no?" I pulled down my top a bit and showed Logan.
"I shouldn't be looking at my sister's -"
I rolled my eyes and was about to pull my shirt back up when he held my hand.
"It's similar but not identical. There are a few changes. The question is, where did it come from?" He asked, and I thinned my lips.
Where did it come from? What am I supposed to say regarding this when I have no idea?
There is no way someone put it on me without me knowing about it. I was with Ambrose all the time after coming from the party.
Was it before the party or after that? We made out and didn't even bother to turn the lights on when we returned. I thinned my lips, confused.
The only mischievous thing I can think of is that dream.
Could it be? I looked at Logan, who was still waiting for my answers.