by Milana Jacks
The monster lifts his face. His nostrils flare, and he tilts his head as if confused. On the bed, I back up and hit the headboard. Nowhere to run. He’s blocking the only exit. When he steps inside the room, all bets are off.
I scream at the top of my lungs and spin around. At the wall behind me, sharp objects I recognize as weapons are stacked on the shelves. I grab the first thing I can reach, a sword, maybe, and swing. It falls at my feet. Too heavy. I grab something smaller and throw it. The sharp circular thing spins toward the monster.
He turns emerald green. Some sort of…body plates form over his body. They’re like reinforcement plates for his abundant muscles, and they cover every inch of him. The sharp weapon I threw bounces off. I scream like a banshee, reaching for everything on the wall, throwing things at him, but he stands there as if I’m not even trying. Then he peels back his lips and shows me four sharp four-inch-long canines, a pair of them on each side of his mouth.
He opens said mouth. The sound that comes out is unlike anything I’ve ever heard, aside from horror movies, of course. I scream back, now in tears. “Oh my God, save me. Oh my God, what is that? Oh my God, this is the worst trip of my life. I swear I’ll never take drugs or drink again. Please, please, take me to the hospital. I can’t take this.”
I sit on the bed, pull my knees toward my chest, and cover my head. I rock back and forth for a bit, then look up. Oh Lord, the monster is still there. At least his body is back to sage green. The emerald body plates no longer cover his muscles.
“I’m tripping hard,” I tell him. “And I’m terrified. Is Jill around?” Monsters don’t exist. He could be a frat boy I don’t remember meeting, and I’m the crazy bitch in his bed who sees a monster instead a California boy-next-door in surfer shorts and flip-flops.
The monster speaks.
It’s a language unlike any other, mostly hissing and growling. My throat and tongue can’t produce these sounds, which leads me to believe I’m definitely on some hard-core drugs someone slipped into my beer. I gotta swim out of this and wake up.
The monster speaks again and moves away from the door. He motions with his hand. I think he wants me to leave. But I can’t because I’m paralyzed on the bed, and I have no idea what’s out there waiting for me. I’m afraid to get arrested. I’d lose my scholarship if that happened.
The monster stays quiet as he watches me. I hear a sound. It’s barely audible. I think it’s coming from him. It reminds me of the sound a rattlesnake makes when it shakes its tail. If he hisses at me, I will pee myself. “I don’t understand you,” I say and wipe my eyes.
He scratches his head, spins around, and I see his back. His hair starts in the middle of the back of his head. It’s long and black, neatly braided down his spine. A pair of snakes are imprinted on his skin as glowing yellow tattoos. I’m making up some serious shit here.
The monster leaves, and the door slides closed behind him.
I’m alone in my own nightmare. My brain has conjured up monsters. The fear of losing my mind paralyzes me, and I grab the sheets and cover my body. I close my eyes and hope to God I sleep through this. Yes, I just have get through the trip until the drugs wear off. Then I’ll find myself inside one of the frat boys’ rooms, no worse for wear. Nobody’s gonna hurt me. If the man who appeared in my mind as a monster wanted to hurt me, he would have. I’m just really messed up. That’s all.
Alpha Awakens, Regha Horde Alphas book 1 releases in the fall, 2018. Science fiction alien captive romance with Mf Omegaverse flavor. No cliffhanger. No cheating. You are welcome!
About the Author
Milana Jacks grew up with tales of water fairies that seduced men, vampires that seduced women, and Babaroga who’d come to take her away if she didn’t eat her bean soup. She writes unapologetic Alphas who like dirty sex with heroines who put up with their charming personalities, and sticks them all in gloomy dark dystopian settings then labels her books as romance so likeminded readers can find her stories. Her home is on Earth with her mate and their three little monsters.
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