His Queen (Royal Series #1)

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Hera's POV

His face was covered, but I knew he was here. He was watching me sleep, occasionally brushing my hair back. I could feel the butterflies flapping around in my lower stomach. What is he doing to me?

His hands roamed up my long, tan legs. Reaching the rim of my loose pajama shorts, then slid them to one side. My heart raced, blood pumping faster and thicker as his fingers trailed up even further. A small gasp erupted from my lips while his palms roamed my sides. His warm knuckles caressed my ribcage, "Don't wake up, Mi Amor," he started to hold me, "Don't wake up,"

"Wake up!" A loud, obnoxious voice yelled. I was far too familiar with this voice, my brother. I sighed and turned over, Don't wake up?

Why can't I wake up? Who was that in my dream? Why do I keep dreaming about this? Where was I?

I sat up and stretched my arms out, letting the morning stiffness be relieved. Then I slid out of bed. Today we had training and lots of it. There's supposed to be some sort of war between Packs, I don't know which, and we have to grow stronger. I volunteered to fight since my brothers have been teaching me for almost a decade.

My best friend is the Alpha of the Pack, so he was very hesitant of letting me fight for the first month or so, but then I kept begging and he let me. It's strange, I'm 20 and he's 35 but were still really amazing friends. He always tells me stories of changing my diaper and gross stuff like that, so I shoo him off. He's really sweet but can get real b*tchy when he needs to.

Once we started, I instantly felt bad for the omegas in the Pack. We had to take them down without them knowing. I normally whisper it to them as I do it, but sometimes I get caught and get punishment. The punishment was 100 pushups in two minutes.

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After training, I ran back into my living quarters to take a shower. I smelled horrid. Sweat rolling down my face as I passed the Alpha's office. I could hear him and the Luna getting it on, so I didn't even bother to interrupt. They do it a lot so it's pretty normal to me now, at first I was grossed out but, yeah.

After I showered I laid back in bed. 11:48 am. A quick little nap couldn't hurt anyone.

The footsteps ran in my ears. Harsh kisses down my throat. Warm hands rubbing against my skin. Yet, I had no idea who it was. I was beyond terrified, but somehow relaxed and enjoying the touch. It felt like I knew that person my entire life like they were beside me the entire trip. "We'll meet soon, Mi Amor, real soon," 

I jolted back awake. These dreamed are so confusing. Who is talking to me? Why do I keep having this dream? Where am I? What do try want with me? How do I feel the way I do? When am I going to stop dreaming this?

5:19 pm. 

I groaned and hopped downstairs. If I were lucky, there might still be some supper left. So, I ran to the kitchen and saw Alpha Jax holding a plate, signaling for me to come over. I sighed and walked over, "You missed dinner." He reminded me,

"I was tired and took a nap. Don't judge me," I went to grab the plate, but he wouldn't let me,

"Hera, you have missed supper for three weeks in a row. I haven't seen you eat in two weeks. You even look thinner. Are you okay?" It was really nice that he showed care towards me, but I rolled my eyes anyway,

"I'm fine. Can I eat now?" I questioned. He nodded and handed me the plate, then hopped onto the counter, "You're not allowed to do that," I told him as I shoved food down my throat,