Chapter 185 Nightmare
Kristen's POV
"You're up," Calhoun doesn't even give me a shoulder glance. He's still holding the fridge open, and he's already used to my presence to know it's me from the sound of footsteps approaching him.
"I noticed you slipping out of bed," letting out a sweet sigh, I hug Calhoun's naked body from behind.
"Don't tell me you want to go for the sixth round," he teases but relaxes in my arms.
"I'm not tired, Calhoun. I can go for as long as
possible with you," I confess without any shame. He's my husband after all.
Chuckling, Calhoun turns his head to my side to steal my lips with a swift sweltering kiss.
It's weird that we're both naked like this even though it's past midnight with no servants in sight, except the guards outside. Still, I doubt anyone will come in at such an hour.
The kiss takes a different turn with Calhoun feasting on my mouth. He even lets the milk box he's holding to slip from his hands, and it splatters everywhere when it falls to the floor.
Calhoun puts his hands on my shoulders as he traces wet sloppy kisses from my neck and down to my nipples.
Titling my head back, I fist my hands through his hair. Enjoying the wonders he works with his hot mouth.
But something seems strange.
Calhoun's hair is surprisingly growing long the more I pull it. And then it changes into a dark brown, wavy long hair.
Anxious and panicky, my hands slide down to grab his ark.
"Calhoun, something is wrong," I try to gently pull him away from me. But he's not allowing it, instead
"Listen to me," I say, amid the kiss.
Eventually, he pulls away.
And I gasp.
"What's wrong?" The man in front of me fakes confusion for a second before chuckling to himself.
Why am I seeing Theodore instead of Calhoun?
"Kristen?" He takes a step closer to me but in fear, I
back the wall.
And what worsens the whole situation is when he throws his head backward and laughs inauspiciously.
"Calhoun was here," I point out uselessly because fear is raising all the air in my arms.
"Too bad he's gone, mate," He's not laughing anymore but letting the corners of his lips curve into a smirk.
"No, you're not real. This isn't real," I rasp out upon feeling my heart climb up to my throat.
"I told you we are inseparable," Theodore says.
"You're dead!" I scream with all the night in me.
"No, I am right here with you," he tells me with a serious look on his face.
Panicking, I try to run in the other direction but he grabs my arm and slams me into the wall.
"You're not real," My voice is cranky because I am breathing so hard.
With his large hands, he traps my body on the wall and smirks as he stares down my naked body
"I am as good as real, Kristen," the smile on his face is sick, enough to give me the creeps.
"Calhoun! Help!" I wail, hoping someone will come to my aid because I am being haunted by the ghost of my second mate.
And Theodore chuckles, clearly enjoying everything.
"Let me go!" I try to break free from his grip, but Theodore is way too powerful.
"You belong here with me, Kristen. Where no one else can come in between," his eyes get possessive now.
"No!" I yell in his face, hoping, wishing, and praying he'd vanish because I know he's not real, and none of this is either.
"Screaming is futile, my sweet. No one can come to
your aid. It's just the two of us here." He releases my hands and moves away from me, just so I can stare
around.
Chills travel down my spine when I find myself in the speedboat once again. And it's just the two of us here, without clothes.
"Calhoun!" I call out to my husband as loud as I can.
"We're meant for each other," He's way too calm, upon knowing he's in control.
"Help! Calhoun! Help me out of here!" I am going
insane right now, screaming like my life depends on
it.
And Theodore starts laughing.
"Kristen..."
I swing my head around me, trying to find where the
voice is coming from, because it sure sounds a lot like Calhoun's. But I can't see him anywhere.
"Kristen! Wake up!" Calhoun's voice rings out again, suppressing Theodore's malicious laughter.
"Show yourself and help me. Please!" My whole body
is trembling violently because Theodore is approaching me once more. This time his eyes are lifeless and his body pale, but it's moving.
Tears brim to my eyes, because I've never been in
such a horrifying situation before. How did I even get
here? One moment I was kissing my husband in our home, and the next I am out here with the man I killed a week ago.
"You're mine, Kristen," Theodore utters these words once more, and then everything goes blank.
"Fuck! Wake up," someone is grabbing my shoulders
with perspiring hands.
And immediately my eyes flicker open, and I realize
it's all a dream.
I'm in bed, naked and soaked in sweat.
Calhoun, who seems worried to death, is without
clothes like me and he's sweating profusely as if he's been doing some laps in the field. But I can tell it's
because of me, he was trying to get me up this whole
time.
"Calhoun..." my voice quivers and it's when a tear
slides down my cheek, that I find out I was crying while having the horrible dream.
"Thank fuck you're awake," My husband is almost
out of breath.
"I...I..." It's hard to speak right now because my brain is still processing the whole dream. "You don't have to say anything, I knew you were
having a nightmare," Calhoun stares at me with the
lines on his forehead visible, showing how stressed out and concerned he is.
And I gulp, wondering if I should tell him what I saw.
It's too terrifying to even think about.
"It was horrible," I voice out.
"I know, you even fucking cried." Calhoun hugs me
quickly and cradles my head.
"It was so bad," My eyes wide, peering around as if Theodore's body would tear out of the wall.
"Shush, let's not speak of it," Calhoun instructs me calmly as he strokes my back.
Nodding, I hug him back. Although a small part of me
is glad it was a nightmare, the other huge part of me
is still terrified because it felt so real. Seeing my husband change into my second mate. The man whom I murdered.
Can it be that Theodore's spirit is restless and it's starting to trouble me because I am remorseless about his death?
"I don't want to go back to sleep," I say because I am
scared that if I try to sleep, I'll see Theodore again.
"Let's stay like this for as long as possible," I add. "Fine," Calhoun kisses my hair, before hugging me
once more.
And I doubt I'll be able to get the picture of Theodore's lifeless eyes and moving, naked body out of my mind.
Since my 23 years of being alive, I haven't had such a dream before. And I know it's because of the murder I had no choice but to commit.