Chapter 19-The Nightmares

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Chapter 19-The Nightmares

Sydney Carrington's POV

I lay in bed and touched my lips.

I probably had the widest and silliest smile on my face. I had kissed Kingston. And it was everything that I had thought it would be.

His lips were soft and a little chapped as they moved against mine. Honestly, I didn't know why I had kissed him. But I didn't regret it. Not at all.

When the movie had ended, I wondered if Kingston was as lonely as Bruce Wayne when he was a child. I didn't really know Kingston's full past, but I had a rough idea. I knew his parents were dead and Cara only made her appearance when he was ten.

Kingston had answered that he didn't really have an actual childhood and my heartstrings tugged for him. I could never imagine life as a child without my siblings. Sure they quarrelled loads and at times pissed me off. But I loved them dearly.

Feeling a little sad for him, I reached out and took his hand in mine. His facial expression had turned into surprise before he squeezed onto my hand. However what he said about how his past had shaped him to be where he was today made curiosity burn.

I was curious as hell. Why did he have issues with his wolf? What was the story about his parents? His uncle? Cara did say that his father and uncle had a big part to play in whoever Kingston was today.

And that was when I had remembered that I could have asked him anything that day at the lake when I was attacked. So of course, I questioned him about it. And that lead me to asking him about his wolf.

The answer that Kingston gave was less than satisfactory but I wasn't going to push. Obviously whatever he had gone through must have been really hard to talk about. His body posture had been tensed, his eyes were cold and emotionless and it was as if he was reciting from a script.

What made me surprised was that he apologised. Apologised for everything that he had done to me. He had said it so sincerely with his grey eyes locked onto mine as they burned with an intensity so hot that I thought I would melt.

But one thing had tugged at me. Did Kingston really mean to hurt my brother if I had refused that day? I had to know. So I asked. Kingston's response surprised me once again. He had said that he didn't kill wolves that were under twenty.

However rumours claimed that Alpha Brendon Kingston had killed babies, toddlers, children. Any wolf of any age, he had killed at least one of each. But they were rumours. And I would be an idiot to believe them. After all, rumours were one-third true and two-thirds wrong.

And when he had asked for a second chance, for us to start our relationship over, I was stunned. I was lost for words. Because never in my life had I thought that Kingston would ask for that. I had thought that he would most likely just assume that we were okay and move on with it.

But I was pleased. Pleased that he was actually asking for my input and that he cared about how I felt and what I thought. And once again, the comparisons between Kingston and Will flared up in my brain.

Now that I knew, it was so blatantly obvious that Will did not really love me. I was kinda embarrassed and a little ashamed of how naïve I had been. But after everything I've been through, I wasn't that ignorant girl anymore.

I had used to see the world in black and white but now? There were shades of grey. And Kingston was definitely an example of that.

While I was deep in my thoughts, I was sure that Kingston would have assumed that I meant to reject him as he had assured me that it was alright if I didn't want anything to do with him.

As he said that, I could sense him closing himself off from me. And of course, I couldn't let that happen so I just leaned forward and I kissed him.

Up till now, I didn't know why I had done it. But I knew that I wanted to press my lips against his for so long.

At first, the kiss was so gentle and tender but as Kingston took charge of it by threading his fingers through my hair. That was when it became electrifying.

His lips had moved against mine with such urgency that it took my breath away. His kisses were nothing like I've ever experienced. They were hot and rough but full of passion and need. Things had gone one more step further when he had lifted me onto his lap and I could feel his...friend grinding a little against me.

Desire pooled especially when one of his hands had toyed with the hem of my blouse and stroked the exposed skin of my waist. I had wondered if he was going to take my top off and for a moment, I was sure that I would allow him to do so.

His cold touch on my waist had sent shivers up my spine and I moaned softly due to the sensation his rough calloused fingers felt like against my skin. My heart was beating so loud that it felt like I had done a vigorous workout session without stopping.

My breathing was erratic as I kissed him back urgently and tangled my hands in his silky dark hair. I didn't how long we had been making out but when Kingston pulled away slowly, I was disappointed until reason and logic hit me with a truck.

I was a little mortified that things had gotten so carried away and I quickly adjusted my top and mumbled some nonsensical excuse before fleeing to my room.

I didn't regret the kiss. I was just a little embarrassed about how wanton I had behaved. Once I was in the safety of my room, I had mentally berated myself for letting things go so far. My mind had been replaying the kiss over and over again and it wasn't until Kingston had went to my room to confront me about the kiss.

Kingston had asked if I had regretted it. My cheeks flamed as I shook my head and mumbled a no. I couldn't quite seem to look into his eyes where I knew that those beautiful silver eyes would be staring at me so intensely.

And once again, his lips had claimed mine for the second time that night.

That was four hours ago, and since then, I've been unable to sleep. My mind was stuck on the kisses we had shared and it has been replaying the memory over and over again.

All I could think about was the way his lips felt against mine and how much I liked his touch. Just bloody great. I scowled to myself and glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was already three in the morning and my brain was still wide awake.

Everything with Will was all about being safe, but with Kingston? It was exhilarating. Every touch and caress was magnified and his kisses sent sparks of desire and passion all over my body. It was everything that wasn't there when I had been with Will. It was something new that I had experienced.

I let out a laugh and pressed my hands against my blushing cheeks. Oh dear god, if anyone had seen me now, they would have thought I was insane due to the way I was behaving.

Sighing, I slipped under the covers and tried to get some sleep. It had been a long day, Sean wanted to move into the pack house to stay with his friends there and I had helped him a little with his packing. I switched off the lamp and closed my eyes, willing my body to sleep.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed around the house and I jumped a little from the suddenness of the sound.

A crashing sound followed before shouting and more howling started. Getting out of bed, I switched on the lamp and waited to hear anything else. No one else was in the house tonight except for Sarah, Kingston and I. Could someone have attacked us? I knew Sarah slept like the dead, nothing could wake her.

No, Kingston would have known about it. He was the sort of person that didn't miss anything. Another deafening howl sounded followed by a smashing sound. And I figured that this was what Cara meant by the nightmares that Kingston had.

I could never imagine anyone having this sort of violent nightmares. The way he had shouted and stuff made me all the more curious about his childhood and past. But I knew Kingston would tell me in his own time and I would wait.

I pursed my lips, deciding if I should investigate. But I hesitated, not knowing that if I did, would a line be crossed? An agony filled shout sounded out and that caused my mind to be made up. I got off the bed and exited my room before making my way to Kingston's room down the hallway.

Hesitantly, I knocked on the door and a loud growl responded. Licking my dry lips, I knocked once more and another growl roared out, "Fucking go away!"

Strangely, the voice didn't particularly sound like Kingston's low and husky voice. Instead it was Kingston's voice with another voice layered in his. Straightening my resolve, I entered cautiously, wondering what I was going to see.

The sight that greeted me didn't disappoint. Shards of glass littered a corner of the room, the bedsheets were tangled up and the room was in a mess. Also, the room was in total darkness with the exception of the pale moonlight entering the room from the windows.

"I told you to leave didn't I?" A figure in the shadows snarled and once again, the voice of the person was strained and full of anguish and rage. It was layered with another voice as Kingston growled out once again.

"Kingston, it's Sydney. Are you okay?" I asked softly as I tried to peer into the darkness of where Kingston was. I stepped closer towards him and a growl sounded as I took another step closer to him.

At my words, Kingston stepped out of the shadows and glared at me menacingly. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demands as his body shook with barely concealed rage. His voice trembling as he headed towards me.

It was disconcerting to see Kingston so out of it. I've never seen him so out of control before. His eyes were pitch black and looked a little wild, his body was drenched in sweat and he was shuddering. Also, his fists were clenched and a muscle ticked in his jaw.

"Are you alright?" I asked concerned once again and Kingston opens his mouth to snap at me until he suddenly hunches over onto the ground and yells in agony as both his hands grabbed onto his head.

Horrified, I rushed towards him and cradled his face in my hands as he starts shouting words that didn't make sense. To my absolute horror, tears were streaming down his face and I brushed them away gently before pulling him into my arms.

"It's alright, calm down. I'm here." I murmured as I sat onto the ground with Kingston's head lying on my chest. His body was quivering and it became more violent as each second passed.

I knew he was about to shift and I hugged his large frame tightly and stroked his face gently and tenderly to try to calm him down. But my efforts were in vain as a loud howl ripped from him and he moved out of my arms before he shifted. I watched with bated breath as he lets out an agonised howl before collapsing onto the ground.

His body heaved in exhaustion and I reached out to stroke his head gently. He lets out a whine and without warning, he shifts back to his human form. His hair was damp from sweat, his eyes were closed and his body was tense and rigid.

I averted my eyes before standing up to search through his closet for a pair of shorts before passing them to him. Wordlessly, Kingston took them from me and put them on.

"Please leave." He spoke out emotionlessly as he avoided my gaze. I simply stood there watching him and I wondered what was going through his mind right now.

Never in my life had I seen something so terrifying and yet achingly heartbreaking. Kingston's nightmares must have been so terrible to bring about this sort of destruction and also for his wolf to come out.

I watched him quietly as he breathes heavily. "You're scared of me aren't you?" He says as his dark grey eyes looked at me as they burned with some emotion I couldn't name.

At his words I shook my head before answering, "No. No, I'm not."

"Don't fucking lie! I can see fear in your eyes!" He roars and I glanced away before meeting his gaze once again. "I'm not scared of you. I'm scared for you."

Hearing my response, all rage and anger seemed to leave Kingston's body as his body posture slackened slightly. I did notice that his arms were crossed and his fingers kept rubbing at the scars on his forearm.

"Sydney just go back to sleep alright?" His tone was emotionless but tired as he turned away from me.

I wet my lips and moved towards him. "Did whatever happened in the past caused the nightmares?"

Silence reigned and I wondered if I should have brought it up. Kingston remains motionless before his shoulders slumped. "Yes. I assumed Cara told you." He questions as he turns around and I looked away guiltily.

"This was the worse one yet." He says quietly and his hand keeps rubbing on the scar on his forearms. "What's wrong with your arm?" I questioned worriedly as I took said arm in my hand to inspect it for any wounds. There were no visible wounds just a serious scar that left the skin to be raised slightly.

"Nothing. Just making sure my arms are still attached to body considering my uncle tried to cut them off."

At this, I inhaled sharply and let out a horrified gasp. What?! A cynical bitter smile crossed his face before he turned away from me and stared out of the windows.

I was barely sure if I heard him correctly. His family member tried to cut off his arms? Oh my god. "I-I-I don't know what to say. I-" I stammered and Kingston let out a dark laugh before turning towards me.

"It doesn't matter, I killed him. You should go back to sleep." His grey eyes urged me to go back to my bed and away from him but I knew I couldn't.

Now I had a somewhat clearer picture and I knew he needed me even though he didn't want to. I shook my head and locked my gaze on him. "I'm not leaving you like this. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'll help you clean up." I offered and Kingston let out a bitter laugh.

"I can't. Not now."

I looked at the clock and it was almost four in the morning. And without thinking, I blurted out, "Would you want me to stay?"

Kingston seemed surprise by my words and he shrugged, "If you want to."

I nodded and moved closer to him, "I want to." I assured him before adding, "That is if you don't mind."

A small smile cracked onto Kingston's face and he softened as he looked at me. "I want you to stay." He says quietly as he traces the side of my face gently. Shivers of delight sparked throughout my body and I leaned into his touch.

"Okay." I say and he sighs and steps away from me before turning towards the bed. It was at this moment that I realised that I was going to lie in the same bed as Kingston.

Nervousness filled my body along something like anticipation? It was strange but yet somehow exhilarating. I guess Kingston must have felt the trepidation I was feeling because he turned around and says seriously, "If you're not comfortable, you don't have to."

I looked at him and nodded, "I'm sure." With that, I climbed into the left side of the bed and I could feel Kingston's intense gaze on me the entire time.

Kingston eyed me hesitantly before getting into the bed beside me and turned to face me. I lay down in the soft sheets and turned to the side to watch him.

Somehow, this felt...right. Me and Kingston together. I didn't know how to explain it.

Kingston's face turned to mine and I studied the indecipherable expression on his face. "A penny for your thoughts?" I asked curiously and Kingston watched me before lifting a hand to caress my cheek.

"I'm just wondering what you think of me now."

My heart broke a little for him when he said that and I licked my lips before answering, "Everyone has nightmares but I've never seen anything like yours."

Kingston's eyes remained expressionless and I continued, "What happened? I mean, even your wolf took over. I've never heard of it before."

"Another time." He answered and I nodded. I guess the wolf could sense that Kingston was still hurting and I reached over to pull him slightly in my arms.

Well, the right term would be to attempt to pull him into my arms. I guess that Kingston knew what I trying to do because it was he who pulled me into his arms.

Once I was snuggled in his embrace, I couldn't help but let a small smile cross my face at his actions. His arms were around my body, my back was facing his front and he was spooning me. And of course his head was resting above mine.

The sheets covered us and I was enveloped in his embrace and the scent of him clouded my senses. It was something sensual that was spicy, like a little musk and dark chocolate. I've never known him to smell so good.

His embrace was warm and cozy and I felt...safe in his arms. With his inviting scent and embrace, I was dozing off.

"Goodnight Sydney." Kingston murmured softly from behind me before placing a soft and gentle kiss on the top of my head. Another smile curved onto my face and I murmured back sleepily, "Goodnight."

And with that, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in Kingston's arms.

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A/N: Hey guys!This is another update for you lovely people! It was really interesting to hear all of you commenting on the previous chapter because well, it was the big kiss. I really do hope that all of you loved this chapter. It's slightly shorter than the previous one but sigh.

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Alright, I suggested having Joseph Cannata as Kingston but some of you didn't particularly didn't think he was a good choice. So what about Nyle DiMarco? Comment your preference here!

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