ALPHA'S MARK HUMAN MATE

Alina's world had descended into chaos in an instant. She found herself in complete darkness, her mind hazy as if emerging from a deep sleep. She could feel the gentle sway of movement and knew she was being carried. Panic clutched at her chest as she tried to make sense of her situation. Her heart raced, and she was overcome by an overwhelming sense of dread.

It had all started hours ago, a seemingly ordinary day, her heart brimming with simple joys. But an unexpected and sinister presence had shattered her world. She was kidnapped, blindfolded, and rendered unconscious, the fog of darkness closing in.

A chilling wind brushed against her skin, its eerie howling resembling the mournful cries of a wild animal. She shivered, her senses overwhelmed. Desperation welled within her, and she fought to stay conscious, her strength slipping away like sand through her fingers. Her last recollection was the haunting sound of the wind.

When she regained consciousness, Alina's senses were assailed by a cacophony of strange sounds and sensations. She lay on the ground, surrounded by an impenetrable, dense jungle. Panic gripped her heart as she tried to understand where she was and what had happened.

Suddenly, a monstrous, otherworldly figure materialized before her. Her heart pounded, her breath catching in her throat. It was a werewolf, its eyes gleaming with an unholy hunger, and its maw revealed long, sharp fangs. Alina's body refused to respond, and she could only crawl backward as the creature advanced.

The werewolf leaped over her, and Alina's terror manifested in a blood-curdling scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Her cry echoed through the ominous forest, a desperate plea for escape. She covered her face with trembling hands, fearing the worst.

But when she dared to peek through her fingers, she realized that there were not just one but two werewolves, locked in a frenzied, savage battle. Their movements were a blur, a vicious dance of brutality that left her awe-struck and terrified.

Claws slashed and teeth gnashed, each blow accompanied by a menacing growl. The forest seemed to tremble with the force of their battle. Trees splintered and shattered as if they were nothing more than twigs. It was a supernatural spectacle, and Alina was an unwilling spectator in the midst of it all.

The attacker werewolf was relentless, but the other fought back with equal ferocity, their movements akin to the otherworldly battles depicted in epic tales. Bites and slashes left them both wounded, dark fur stained with the blood of their battle. Alina watched in both horror and fascination, her body trembling with fear.

Minutes turned into an eternity as the savage fight showed no signs of ending. The attacker werewolf, severely wounded and battered, managed a desperate, bone-crushing blow that sent its opponent hurtling into the darkness. It vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving the savior standing triumphant amidst the wreckage of the forest.

The victorious werewolf turned to Alina, and her fear was renewed, believing she was facing her end.

"Don't come closer. I warn you," she stammered, her voice quivering, her eyes wide with terror.

The werewolf ignored her plea and continued its advance, its eyes filled with a complex mix of hunger and sadness. Alina's eyes welled with tears, and she implored, "I plead, don't kill me. There are people who love me. They won't be able to survive without me." Her voice was barely more than a whisper as tears streamed down her cheeks, marking a path to her trembling neck.

The creature halted, and to Alina's astonishment, it began to transform. Limbs reshaped, fur receded, and the beast's monstrous form gave way to something human. Alina wondered if she was witnessing a shapeshifter, but when the transformation was complete, her world crumbled beneath her.

In front of her stood a man, disheveled and vulnerable, his eyes filled with remorse and guilt. It was Herry, her husband. Alina's mind struggled to process this revelation. She wanted to scream, to demand answers, but her body refused to obey. She could feel her husband drawing nearer, and the mingling emotions of confusion and exhaustion threatened to consume her.

Alina's world hung in the balance as Herry approached. Her body seemed to betray her, its strength fleeing in the face of her husband's unexpected return. Just as her legs gave way, Herry caught her in his arms, and she knew it was him. The scent of his familiar cologne washed over her, and she clung to him as if for dear life.

Yet, the questions remained, haunting her thoughts. Why had he lied? Was his love a facade, just like the false identity he had momentarily assumed? "Herry, is it really you?" As Alina whispered her husband's name, she faded into unconsciousness, her heart heavy with the burden of doubt and confusion. The absolute stranger, who was now inexplicably her husband, held her close, and the enigmatic tale of their lives was just beginning.

...

Alina's consciousness slowly returned, like a haze lifting, and she found herself lying in her own bedroom. The familiar surroundings clashed with the surreal memories of the dense, foreboding jungle and the monstrous creatures. Panic surged within her, and she jolted upright, her eyes wide with fear.

Herry, who had been sitting nearby, reached out to touch her, his eyes filled with concern. But as his hand extended, Alina flinched away, her heart pounding. "Don't dare to come closer, you monster," she hissed, her voice a tremor of anger and fear. "You kept me behind a veil. You lied to me always. You are an animal, not a human, and I was falling for an imposter who is a werewolf or a human, I don't know."

The room seemed to close in on them as disappointment and distrust hung heavy in the air. Alina's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she gazed at the man who had been her husband, or so she had thought.

Herry tried to speak, his voice laden with regret, but Alina cut him off. "Was the love a lie as well?"

Herry was momentarily taken aback, his eyes pleading, "No way, I love you. Trust me." He reached out, his hand trembling, and gently placed it on her shoulder.

But Alina shrugged off his touch as if it had burned her. "Trust! How can I trust you? I don't even know you. I was with a werewolf, not a human." Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice quivered with the pain of betrayal. "I loved you, Herry. I never expected you to deceive me like this. You were my everything, but now, you are an absolute stranger to me. Who are you, and why did you hide this from me? Why?" The room seemed to reverberate with the weight of her questions, but answers remained elusive.

Herry's own eyes were moist, his face a portrait of anguish. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat, and all that filled the room was a heavy silence, broken only by Alina's sobs and the shattered remnants of their trust.