Alpha Valerius

Sleep Tight

Staring at my shaking hands, I didn't register that I was already in the lobby. The maid for before was waiting for me, offering to guide me to my chambers. I agreed absentmindedly. 

The deadly, horrifying voice of my mate was still echoing inside my head. It was frightening. He could affect anybody in such a way, make them pray and beg for their life. 

I tried not to think about it, or let my thoughts linger, but somehow...the image of his harsh expression kept popping up in my mind. 

"We are here, my lady."

Viola announced, offering me a sweet smile. 

I had blanked through our trip upstairs and into the wing where my room was. The door we stood in front of, were huge. They reached up almost to the ceiling and were covered in golden, carved out patterns and figures. The handles were also painted in wonderful dirty yellow, shaped in such an elegant way. I couldn't help but reach out to touch it. 

"Why don't we go inside, my lady?"

Viola suggested. I hesitated for a second, but nonetheless turned the knob and opened the huge door. They creaked as they let us see the inside of the room. Viola entered first, switching on the light that dimly illuminated the interior. 

I gasped at the sight. Bewildered and shocked, I stared wide-eyed. The inside was simply...beautiful. So stylish in a delicate sense. I noticed that a couple of ornaments and things around the room were colored in gold, representing the signature color of the master's eyes. 

Other things were chosen to match accordingly. 

The sheets, the size of the bed, the wardrobe, the dressing table, the sofa, the door to the bathroom, the walls...everything was aesthetically pleasing to the eye. Nothing seemed out of place. 

"If something is not to your liking, we will prepare another guestroom for you shortly-"

"No!"

I interrupted her. 

"Everything is fine. Thank you for showing me to my room."

Viola bowed slightly and left the room immediately. 

I was finally alone. 

Though with Valerius's lingering presence constantly in my head, I don't think I can ever truly be alone. That thought crossed my mind countless times. 

He was a domineering man. Nothing escaped his eyes, ears or nose. He had those everywhere. Although a lot were afraid of him, some even ran away from him because they claimed that he was definitely cursed, a huge portion of those people were his subordinates. I wasn't sure how much of his face he showed to them, but I heard that men, who were under his training, were never the same. They would mature, look at the world differently and even excel at things other than combat. 

Combat. 

In our world, problems like war are resolved in bloodshed. 

Everybody praises our Alpha. They put him above everything, going as far as to even worship him in some sick way. But behind the scenes of that gentle and caring Alpha, is a demon wolf whose fangs are stained in red. 

He did it to protect his pack, but all I can see is lives lost in futile battles. Our men are sent to war and our women are made to play hush-hush with their children. Just so that their father's could remain heroes in their little heads. 

But, I knew.

I learned the truth from my father. I learned that fighting is something that can only end with death. 

To celebrate such a thing...I don't know how our Alpha's stomach doesn't hurl in disgust. Mine, certainly, does. I don't want to be a part of the m******e that our soldiers practice on other packs. They deserve to live too. They deserve to have their territory too. 

They deserve to be treated the same as everybody else. 

My hands clenched into fists. I shook my head in order to chase away the thoughts that accumulated. They were giving me a headache. Taking a few deep breaths, to clear my head, I sat down on the bed. The cushion sank under me. Almost instantly my body relaxed and I flopped back against it. 

I wouldn't mind sleeping on this bed for the rest of my life. 

The irony...

I let myself lie there for a few moments. My body relaxed and my tense muscles finally went limp. I was pent up with stress and everything, that I didn't notice how tired I actually was. 

After that, I proceeded to take off my dress and rummage through my things. I picked out one of my nightgowns and slid it on, letting it hug my body gently. Exhausted, I finished the rest of my evening routine and retired to bed. I collapsed onto it, sliding myself under the covers and nuzzling into the soft pillows. 

I closed my eyes, savoring the scented linen and the comfort it brought to my tired limbs. 

Before I knew it, I was out cold. 

The events of the night lingered on my shoulders. Like I mist, a cloud that covered me away from the rest of the world. 

It threw me into complete darkness.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Sleep tight, my little baby. Soon someone will come for you.

Sleep tight, my child. The cold will protect you. 

Sweet, white aunt snow, will offer you a pleasant pillow

Sleep tight, my little one...The dark will never leave you alone. 

I opened my eyes abruptly. My vision blurry and spinning. Clutching my head in pain, I curled up in bed, breathing harshly. Attempting to recollect my strength and full consciousness, I sat up in bed slowly. 

The voice from my dream echoed. 

The wormhole was becoming bigger. 

Those comforting words were full of irony and silent laughter. Such pain and atrocity, it pained me to even remember the song. 

It felt like a threat. 

But that voice...it sounded so warm. Motherly. The woman that sang it was older, by her tone I could recognize. However, no matter how warm and fuzzy her voice was, those lyrics were as sharp and cold as a knife. 

Soon someone will come for you. 

She was leaving her child. Out in the streets, she left it. 

The cold will protect you. 

The cold is the child's only comfort. 

White aunt snow, will offer you a pleasant pillow. 

The only sheets, or bed like softness the child will feel, is from the accumulated snow in the winter. 

The dark will never leave you alone. 

The child's life...will never be filled with light. 

What a strange dream..