His Queen (Royal Series #1)

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Dante's POV

I woke up to an earth-shattering scream. I bolted up, surveying the room. It took me almost two seconds to find Hera- she was laying right beside me. It only looked like she was waking up from that too, making me curious. I got up and walked to the curtains, "Hera, go back to sleep. If you see anything, shift." I ordered, waiting for her response. She slowly nodded and laid back down, tucking her knees into her chest. It didn't look completely like her, something was missing. 

As I walked through the hallway, I felt something drip onto my forehead. I wiped it on my fingers, blood. Hesitantly, I looked up, only to see the corps of my deceased son laying on the roof, bleeding out. "You coward, you didn't save me, daddy. I'm dead now, all because of YOU!" 

I shook my head, tears sliding from my eyes as another drop of blood swiped onto my face, "I tried, my boy. I tried so hard, they took me away too quickly- I-I'm so so sorry. I love you, so much, my son." My voice quivered,

"What about mommy? Why didn't you love mommy?" he murmured, eyes rolling back,

"No! Darien, stay with me, my boy. You didn't deserve that, please just-"

"I'm going to take the life of someone you love. You didn't save me, will you save her?" Her? No! He can't touch Hera.

I ran back into the bedroom, tears, and blood sliding down my face, "Hera? Mi Amor?" I yelled and stomped upstairs. Nothing was heard, I couldn't feel her. I drew the curtains away so quickly, they ripped off. Revealing my dead son wielding a knife, stabbing my mate repeatedly, "NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I roared and dove towards her.

I snapped my eyes open, shaking in a pool of my own sweat. I haven't had a dream that intense in forever, ever since my boy died. Hera's soft hand was placed on my soaking T-shirt, holding me, "You were fidgeting in your sleep, I couldn't wake you up." she murmured, making me smile, 

"I was just a dream," I held her tight, not letting go. I didn't care if she was drunk or sober yet, all I needed was to hold her. 

"Are you okay? What was it about?" she asked, running her hands through my sweaty hair,

"I'll tell you in the morning. You need sleep," I went to lay back down, but then remembered how drenched the bed must be, "Go sleep on the couch, the bed's too sweaty for you," I murmured into her shoulder,

"Shh, it's fine. Just sleep, mon amour," She spoke French? I smiled as she laid down with me on her chest. I adored hearing the sound of her heartbeat, it was overly important for me. Noone would understand how much I need her in my life.

Hera's POV

Dante was still sound asleep when I woke up. His dream woke both of us up, he was shaking and sweating. I could never forget the look in his eyes, utter fear. I smiled at his baby-face, it was only when he was sleeping, though. When he was awake, his jawline and cheekbones were very protruded, quite sexy in my opinion. His large hand rose up my waist, making me gasp when he cupped my breast. 

I tried going back to sleep, but the sparks that were erupting on my breast was too intense. I started playing games on my phone until Dante woke up, but it was too stressful. It was only 6, he shouldn't be awake for another couple of hours. 

He jolted awake again, but not sweaty like before. He ran a hand through his hair tensely, pulling at his roots. I cupped his jaw, "Hey, you're okay." I smiled before kissing his cheek. I hate thinking this, but I think I love him,

"What time is it?" he asked worriedly. I never let him out of my grasp as I checked my phone, 

"6:49. Why?" I wondered, letting him kiss my nose,