The Stolen Alpha
His golden hair, messy and unkempt, framed his heart-shaped face, accentuating his bright blue eyes that spark
mth, as if kissed by the sun. A light dusting of freckles acros
those around him at ease. His full lips, curled upwards, reveale
ng after his mysterious nighttime excursion. He told himself it w
rom downstairs. He could smell the sweet aroma of blooming flowers from a mile away
xperience vivid dreams, full of strange creatures and unfamiliar landscapes. Tristan tried to brush it off as mere fantasy, but the dream
alated, Tristan's confusion gr
his friend Alex asked, fa
uess," Tristan r
bove, the rustle of papers in the classrooms, and the distant rumble of the
sunlight cast intricate patterns on the floor. He could smell the sweet scent of bloom
" his teacher asked, co
ed, jerking back to attentio
h Alex, trying to shake off the feeli
asked, noticing Tristan's distraction.
occurrences that had been plaguing him. "I do not k
oor, her heart heavy with concern. She knew so
your day?" she asked,
ping his backpack on t
e tension in his body. "Tristan,
s head, disappearing into
wn on her. She knew she had to tell Tristan the truth, but
hear the creaks and groans of the house, the distant howl of a dog, an
vid, intense, and full of strange c
ingered long after he woke up. What was happening to him? And why couldn't
He could not shake the feeling that something was o
adding softly to the window. The moon was ful
previous night. He had gone out, feeling an inexplicable pull to the
is feet moving, carrying him deeper into the shadows. He remembered the sound of his own heartbeat, beating
sh of wind in his face, the taste of the night air on his lips. And he remember
he eyes. The glowing eyes that h
e truth. He had not been alone that night. Somet
felt its presence again. The eyes were
happened. He felt like he was losing his grip on rea
eyes scanning the room as if searchi
"Tristan, are you okay? You've
pond. He could not tell her what was
e," he lied, trying
e could see the fear in h
she asked, her voice soft an
g a lump form in his throat. H
t his life was spiraling out of control. He was changing, becom
could feel his body changing, his senses heightening. He could hear
nside him. She knew she had to tell him the truth, but she was af
h an eerie, pulsing light. He felt himself being dr
e, tall and imposing, standi
n demanded, trying to
stead, it reached out a hand a
ything w