Free Dreams of the Forgotten by Lexi Ander Page B

distaste.
I couldn't deny I hadn't stopped loving them. There wasn't a time in my life when I didn't and I couldn't understand why. My feelings weren't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to only want my Twin Flame, yet here I was, in their bed, allowing them to touch me as only a lover should. I was racked with guilt. There had to be something wrong with me to lure in my Nikita and Angelo but chase away my Flame.
"I've read the journals and I know what has to be. This. Us. We were meant to be. 'As Shamash promised our forbearers, three and three, sons of the first, three to bind and three to lead.' The prophecy points to us. We are the descendants of the first three children of Enkidu and Gilgamesh." There was a fire in Nikita's gaze as he spoke.
We'd had this conversation more than once. I knew they believed. There wasn't a triangular grouping in Lycan bonds. There had only ever been pairings of two people. Other than this prophecy Nikita had been obsessing over, there were no other writings. It simply wasn't done.
Yes. I yearned for them with every fiber of my body. Even though the pull for them wasn't the same as that of the Twin Flame, it was as strong and compelling. My beast pushed me to claim them. He demanded I follow my instincts but my mind rebelled. I didn't trust myself. If I was wrong and I was merely defective, I could inadvertently ruin Nikita's and Angelo's chances for happiness in the next incarnations. And honestly, there was no other explanation for it other than I was somehow damaged. Tears clogged my throat as I silently acknowledged the fact that I was indeed flawed to lose my Twin Flame so soon.
"Claim us," Nikita whispered seductively in my ear. " Claim him… "
    I woke crying dryly into my pillow. Only a dream, I kept telling myself. My body was still reacting as if the dream was real. I had no tears to expend, but it didn't mean my chest didn't constrict, or my throat wasn't choked with this terrible sense of loss. The feeling was so familiar to when I had broken with Theo, but more profound than I had remembered. The more awake I was the less I recalled from the dream until everything was fuzzy faces and disjointed words.
    Carefully, quietly, I pulled myself together. I didn't want to wake Ushna. There was no explanation for what was wrong with me and I didn't want to worry him. I rolled out from under his arm and out of bed, which was harder than one would think because my stomach caused my body to be out of balance.
    I ached all over. Who knew pregnancy would make me hurt like I'd been hit by a Mack truck every morning? I gazed back at him. There for a moment, I thought he was someone else. A face overlaid his and then began to flash through more vaguely familiar countenances covering, twisting his features. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. When I looked again, there was only Ushna.
    I grabbed my clothes and shuffled out of the room to the hall bathroom. This wasn't the first time he had resembled someone else at first glance. I thought I knew the faces Ushna wore, but the illusions were short and fleeting, never lasting long enough for me to analyze what I was seeing. All I could do was shake off the sense of déjà vu and go on.
    After a long hot shower, I stepped from the bathroom starving. It was too early for Marjan so I moved around the kitchen in the darkness and prepared a couple of cheese sandwiches. I ate them as quickly as I made them, chasing the bread and cheese with a tall glass of milk. I peered longingly at the coffeemaker but turned away with a deep sigh of regret. I pulled the illusion ring out of my pocket, rolled it through my fingers a couple of times before putting it on and stepping out of the door.
    I walked outside into the crisp morning, feet bare, too fat to hop as the cold porch startled me. Air whistled through my teeth as I tried to hurry to the yard. As my foot touched the loose soil, the Earth sang out her morning welcome to me, sending blessed warmth through my