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I had a dream.

For the first time since I became Alpha Ryan's punching bag and a rag doll, I dreamt. All I have ever had were nightmares––horrible ones that wake me up from my sleep with a bloodcurdling cry and sweats of perspiration and anguish gathering all over my forehead. My nightmares had only one monster ––Alpha Ryan–– and if he wasn't slashing me with a whip in one, he was slicing my skin off my body in the other.

But for the first time, I slept peacefully, and the peaceful sleep bore a beautiful dream filled with bright full moons glazing over grass fields at night and...