Page 11 of Monsters Within (The Creatures We Crave 1)
A laugh came from her as she shook her head, and a spark of hope ignited within me that we’d gotten through to her again. She’d clearly heard me call for her when she sank to the floor, so I knew she wasn’t completely cut off from us. Not to mention she’d walked straight in our direction at first.
But then she turned around, giving her back to us as she muttered, “Maybe you just drank too much, Alexandra. Chloe must have too. You aren’t special. You aren’t a supernatural creature.”
Anger unfurled within my chest as I yelled, “Don’t ever say you aren’t special again!”
My chest heaved with my rapid inhales and exhales, and Kylo was quick to place his two right arms in front me, holding me back from banging against this barrier like a barbarian.
It pained and infuriated me to hear her say such an awful thing about herself. The tension was building up to a boiling point for me, and I needed to expel it somewhere. A nice, solid wall would do right now for my fist to break through.
But still, there was no reaction from her.
“What do we do?”
I heard Kylo’s sigh before he admitted, “I have no idea. All we can do is keep an eye on her and wait this out.”
A frustrated growl ripped from her as she stalked towards the door and flipped the lock before latching a small chain to another spot. “Fuck Chloe,” she spat vehementently.
“Who is Chloe?” Elwin asked curiously.
“Someone we need to take care of, clearly,” I mused with a feral grin on my face. No one upset our girl and got away with it. It would be the perfect way for me to appease the bloodlust thrumming through me.
Elwin hummed before offering, “Maybe she was the woman in here before Alexandra came in.”
I scoffed and jerked my head. “The one that ran out of here screaming? There’s no way someone so weak would bother our girl.”
Alexandra was tough as nails and was the only one who seemed to get the same sick satisfaction at seeing the blood drain from those that we targeted like I did.
“Perhaps you’re right,” he murmured, deep in thought from the sound of it. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head to make sense of the situation.
He was the logical, calm one of our group. If anyone could figure it out, it’d be him. I was too hot-headed and bloodthirsty to have patience for that. Physical action was the quickest way to get what I needed.
Meanwhile, Kylo was the brooding, commanding one of us. He tried his best to rein me in when the bloodlust pounded in my head and obscured all logic, but no one could besides my angel.
I was hers, body and soul.
As she bent over, my eyes narrowed as I focused on the container that she pulled from under her bed in curiosity. I tried my damndest to not focus on her lean legs that called for me to wrap them around my face. Her small hand pulled out a notebook before pushing the bin back and crawling onto her bed.
Confusion swarmed my brain at what she was doing, and Kylo echoed my thoughts when he asked, “What is she doing? She can’t see in the dark and she doesn’t have a pen. Why does she have a notebook in bed? None of this makes sense.”
I was inclined to agree with him, and it was making me extremely agitated. She wasn’t acting like the Alexandra we knew, and we had been in the room before she had entered. Not to mention another human had been in the room before her.
Those were two things that never happened in previous summons from her.
“Are we all dreaming the same dream right now?”
Elwin’s question was the most likely scenario, as odd as it would be for us to be dream-sharing. Whenever Alexandra popped out of existence, we’d fall into our own subconscious states and dream. Never before had we shared one, but I guess there was a first for everything.
As she tucked herself under the covers and snuggled into her pillows, the urge to hold her in my arms and brush the ice-blonde hair away from her face before kissing all the freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose grabbed hold of me.
I ached to find a way to remove the pain I saw etched across her delicate features. Her soft purple eyes looked dead, as if she had given up on something, as she stared aimlessly.
Pulling the notebook to her chest, she cuddled it as her eyes closed, making the situation even more strange.
With a deep sigh, she murmured almost wistfully, “Lucien. Elwin. Kylo. At least I know you’ll always be there for me, even if it isn’t real. Thank you for never letting me down.”
My brothers turned to look at me simultaneously at her words, so many unanswered questions forming in our minds.
Even if it isn’t real?
Did she mean her love for us wasn’t real?
