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ELEVEN

RAPHAEL

My consciousness is slapped back to reality when my body slams into the basement wall.

That fucking bastard that appeared somehow physically pushed my body away from Alena and out of her dream.

“Asher! Get the fuck down here!” I bellow at the top of my lungs.

There’s no fucking way I’m going to allow that cunt force me away from my bonded.

Not today, not tomorrow.

Not fucking ever.

Forcing my aching body to slide back up the wall I just slid down, I feel my fangs ripping deep into my lips.

Alena needs to get out of there and back to our world.

Through the bond I sense that every second she’s in trapped in the dream, he’s torturing her.

“Andrei!” I roar.

I want to know what that sick fuck did to me and do it right back to him.

Something’s changed inside of me. I’ve never been one to wallow in self-pity.

Never.

Never have I done so much fucking bellyaching.

It’s like this shroud of all my worst insecurities was suppressing me.

Those feelings are gone now.

And now I’m just really fucking pissed.

Furious enough that the rage inside me is threatening to release the beast.

Asher’s the first to arrive, practically ripping the door off the hinges.

“What is it?” he asks as he takes in the scene around him.

Andrei’s next to enter. He does a quick survey of the room before swiftly moving toward Alena.

“Something’s wrong,” I growl, and my hand reaches up to my head as an electrical ache crawls through my brain. “Whatever this twat she called the prophet is, he’s fucking dug into her head. He’s inside our bond.”

“What?” Chloe asks when she appears out of thin air.

“I… I don’t know,” I grunt and grimace.

My head hurts so fucking bad, I can’t think straight.

I’ve never experienced a pain like this. Not in all my years.

Stumbling over to my beloved’s side, the whole room tilts on its side.

The violent urge to vomit everywhere twists my guts.