Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 171

Strings of Fate

171- Perfume and progress

My dream or vision or whatever it is, somehow is exactly the same as all the others and completelydifferent at the same time. It’s the same because I watch Kiara sleep, I can see her nightmares andpain and it’s the same because no matter how much I scream and struggle, no matter how hard I focus,she can’t seem to hear me, although for once I think I might be able to hear her. It’s different because Iknow I CAN talk to her which somehow makes my inability to actually communicate a hundred timesmore frustrating. I have a feeling that I won’t be able to contact her while I’m asleep. Maybe myunconscious mind isn’t capable of it or something because I feel less connected too. Maybe it onlyworks when I’m awake and actively searching and connecting to her as opposed to when I’m asleepand don’t really have a choice in the matter. Or maybe I’m just doing this wrong. It’s not like I have amanual or anything. I don’t know how long I spend mentally yelling at Kiara, trying to get her attention.Eventually I move on to what is probably really creepy staring, or it would be if I was actually there anyanyone actually knew I was watching. I’m near giving up entirely when a nightmare causes Kiara to jerkawake, tears in her eyes. She looks around wildly and she must be alone because her shoulders relaxand the tears get heavier. My heart absolutely aches. After a while, her tears dry up and her voice ishoarse when she whispers.

“Hello? Lady? I don’t know if you’re really real or not. I probably made you up. But I hope you’re real. Itwas nice to hear someone say my name instead of calling me ‘girl‘ or other names that my mum saysI’m definitely not allowed to

say.” She sighs deeply.

“I’m probably just talking to myself. You’re probably not real.” Kiara looks so downtrodden that I justhave to say something. I NEED to talk to her. I use every bit of focus, every bit of determination and

every bit of affection that I have for this child and concentrate on communicating just one word with her.I chant it over and over in my head, I scream it, spell it, picture how it looks written down. Finally Iwhisper it and somehow, that last one makes it through. Hey eyes open wide and for the first time sinceI began seeing her I see a glimpse of hope on her face as she hears me.

She whispers my own message back to me.

“Real.”

Once again, I don’t manage to hold the connection for long after communicating with her. I’m starting tothink that it wasn’t shock that pushed me out of it last time, but exhaustion, or maybe depletion wouldbe a better word. I lie in bed, curled up with Bellamy and my eyes are still shut. I’ve been sleeping soyou would think I would feel at least a little rested, but I just feel empty. My head aches and somehowI’m more tired than I was before going to bed, which is really saying something because I was prettydamn tired. I force my eyes open a crack and I can see that it’s still dark. My eyes adjust a little and Ican see the outline of Bellamy’s arm thrown over my waist. I don’t really know if I’m trying to wake himor if I just want the comfort of the contact, but I wriggle around a little until my arm is freed from underme and I lightly grip his hand. Bellamy stirs, snuggles in closer to me and wraps his arms tighter aroundme. His hand squeezes mine and for a second I think he’s woken, but his steady breathing tells meotherwise. Still, that little movement from him was enough to ground me and it feels like only momentsuntil my eyes fall shut and I finally get to sleep.

In the morning the other Alphas come for the meeting that Bellamy called. As they arrive, I’m hiding inthe kitchen. Okay, well not HIDING exactly. More like I’m just trying to stay out of the way. While I’msure they’re at least vaguely aware of the (completely accurate) rumours of Bellamy having a houseguest, but after my previous interactions with them, particularly with the Canine and Avian Alphas, Idon’t really want to deal with them right now unless I have to. I blush a little as I think about howBellamy k*ssed me before answering the door saying it was for luck. I did ask if I should be worried thatthey’re going to be able to scent that he and I have been close, but apparently I smell different to the

last time they met me?!! Lask Megan who comes to hang out with me in the kitchen. She tilts her headcuriously then without hesitation, leans in and sniffs my hair. Okay….

171–Perfume and progress

“Huh, he’s right. It has changed. I mean, your own scent is the same, but before I could also smell yourwork, your old place, stuff like that. Now I mostly smell… well… Bellamy and here. This place, a little ofmy own scent too.” She explains. I scrunch up my nose. That sounds… kind of weird. Megan giggles.

“It’s not as weird as it’sounds. It’s just that your environment rubs off on you. So while you have yourown natural scent, it’s going to be influenced by stuff like the soaps you use, the place you sleep, whoyou sleep with.” She winks at me and I roll my eyes at her.

“Still sounds kind of creepy.” I complain.

“Nah, just think of your environment and the people around you as your own personal perfume. Itdoesn’t change what you smell like, just adds to it. Bels probably has some of your scent too. Thishouse is also slowly adjusting. I know it might sound odd but it’s normal for us.” She explains,

“Okay, but Bellamy said that the other Alphas probably wouldn’t notice my scent on him or wouldn’tknow it.” I point out. Megan shrugs.

“Sure, your scent isn’t as strong. Probably because you’ve moved here and it’s mostly his scent andmine so it rubs off more on you. The longer you’re here the more balanced it will get. Either way, Idoubt they’ll recognise it. They might know that he has been spending time with SOMEONE but theycan’t prove anything, for all they know, he just changed products or something. Without comparing it toyou they wouldn’t know it was you they’re smelling. Just don’t get too close to them and you’re allgood.” She promises. Okay. I’m doing my best to understand this but it’s still kind of odd.

I’m kind of surprised to hear someone at the front door. All the Alphas are here already and I’vedefinitely noticed that none of the Shifters tend to stop by here without an appointment. At very leastthey usually call ahead. Megan flushes red and she gestures for me to stay where I am while sheanswers the door. A minute later she returns to the kitchen,

Darrien in tow.

“Morning.” I greet him cheerfully. He stares at me suspiciously.

“What?” I demand. He shakes his head.

“I’m just wondering if you’re possessed or swapped places with an identical twin or something. TheRyann I know. would never be so cheerful this early in the morning.” He jokes, I roll my eyes.

“Ha ha, so funny. If you must know, my sleep hasn’t been particularly restful recently. It sort of ruins theappeal of sleeping late and lounging in bed. Don’t worry, I’ll be back to my usual cranky self in no time.”I promise. Darrien and Megan end up heading upstairs. Darrien makes some warning about not spyingon the Alphas, but honestly I suspect he meant it more to goad me into spying than to actually stop me.And that’s how I replace myself hovering by Bellamy’s office door. I want to hear what they think about themurders now that Shifters are being killed. I lean in close to the door to hear better and I’m bothalarmed and disturbed to discover they aren’t discussing the killings at all. Nope, once again, theAlphas are pestering Bellamy about replaceing a mate.