Chapter 165

AMANDA’s POV…

I was tired, frustrated, and scared. All these feelings were bothering me, and I didn’t even know what to do. I didn’t want to trouble Jason because I knew he already had a lot on his plate at the moment, and I didn’t want to be an inconsiderate person by still bothering him with my problems.

"Aaah!" I screamed as I jumped out of bed.

Weeks had passed since Tristan and Eva escaped the pack, but I still hadn’t stopped having these nightmares. They were the same as always; nothing ever changed in these dreams of mine, so it really scared me to think that they could come to pass.

In my dreams, every single time, I would be whipped, and in the end, I would find myself crying in a pool of blood, screaming in tears as to why my child had to die.

I placed my hand on my stomach as tears streamed down my cheeks. What was happening to me? Why am I having these dreams? Could it be that Tristan and Eva still hadn’t given up and were after my child?

"Amanda, what’s wrong?" Jason aske