They exist within me

Lilian's POV.

Today, as the hands of time waltzed through the hours, our paths converged, and my world shifted in a subtle yet profound dance. They exist within me a disquiet, an unsettling awareness that something has transpired beneath the surface of casual encounters.

Since I met Alpha Bryan earlier today, there has been an ethereal spirit in the air—a magnetic pull that surpasses the ordinary currents of connection. I've walked the route of friendship with other males before, brushed up against the borders of camaraderie and intimacy, but none have left an everlasting mark like Bryan's. His presence reverberates in the depths of my thoughts, a piercing tone that refuses to fade away.

Yes, I've mated with others before, navigating the dangerous terrains of relationships, but this union, this inexplicable thread that binds us, is one-of-a-kind. It challenges convention by breaking past established boundaries and entering into uncharted territory. The link has power, a visceral energy rushing through our blood. It's as if our spirits recognized each other and spoke in a silent language that my conscious mind cannot comprehend. As I reflect upon the encounters of the past, the tapestry of emotions woven into the fabric of my existence, none compare to the intensity of this newfound connection. Alpha Bryan possesses a charisma that eludes definition—a confluence of strength and vulnerability, a dichotomy that renders him both formidable and approachable. It's a paradox that beckons exploration, an invitation to unravel the layers of his being.

His presence has etched itself into the depths of my mind, leaving me grappling with difficulties that defy easy solutions. When our gazes connect and currents of wordless understanding flow between us, what alchemy is at work? Is this merely a coincidence, a meeting of fortunes, or is there a heavenly purpose at work?

I'm used to the ebb and flow of emotions, the delicate dance of hearts seeking their pulse. However, the symphony being performed by Alpha Bryan and me is a masterpiece of unparalleled complexity. It resonates with the echoes of previous partnerships, relying on lived and learned knowledge. This, on the other hand, stands out as a distinct and eye-catching tone. Admitting the major influence of this encounter exposes a weakness that violates societal standards. Alpha Bryan's gravitational tug is a force that must be recognized, a recognition that I am on the threshold of something tremendous. It throws into question my earlier assumptions about connection, prompting me to go into the depths of my own being to comprehend the nature of this unexplainable link.

Then all of a sudden the same guard that was with him earlier today; Troy showed up before me and bowed slightly.

"How may I help you?" I asked rudely, he looked at me and smiled as if he is ok with what I just said.

"Your presence is needed by Alpha Hayden and this is important, I am afraid you will have to follow me at once" he said to me.

"Troy we both know each other for a while now, can you just let Alpha Hayden know I am cursed and that things can't work out between us?" I said.

"I am afraid I am in no position to advise the Alpha, and in his opinion he has a way out. So let's get on our way and you can tell him that yourself" Troy said to me with a smile. I turned around and headed for my house but then two other men crossed my path and blocked it. I turned around and looked at Troy feeling disappointed, "just some measures to make sure that the Alpha is pleased and we don't keep him waiting" Troy said with a smile, at this point I know I have no other option than to comply and follow them back to the palace.

But instead of heading to the palace Troy and his men took another path, I was at first startled but then I knew troy can be trusted, finally we arrived at what seems to be our destination; a small cottage in the middle of nowhere. The air was thick with an eerie calm, and the only company were the shadows produced by the faint glimmer of an oil lamp, the sole source of light in this isolated enclave. As we approached, I noticed a number of troops stationed outside the cabin, standing watch amid the desolate landscape. Their presence revealed the importance of the guy who resided within—Alpha Hayden. The air was dense with urgency even before entering, a tangible tension woven into the very fabric of the environment.

The cabin, a little retreat amid the bush, was a symbol of isolation. Its weathered appearance hinted to a history rooted in solitude, a refuge hidden from prying eyes. The austere and immobile guards gave another dimension of mystery to the already intriguing situation. What mysteries were hidden behind those aged walls?

As we entered, the creaking of the door echoed through the stillness, announcing our arrival. Inside, the room was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of the oil lamp. The feeble light cast dancing shadows that played hide-and-seek along the walls, creating an almost mystical ambiance. The air inside was heavy with anticipation, laden with unspoken words that hung in the atmosphere like a veil.

Alpha Hayden, a moving shadow, was at the center of this wonderful home. In his shadow, cast by the rhythmic dance of the oil lamp's flame, his to-and-fro actions imparted a sense of urgency. The use of light and shadow provided the impression of a man absorbed in a frenzy of activity, a man with a purpose that reached beyond the tranquil façade of the home.

Troy nodded briefly as he led me inside the room before discreetly disappearing. He slammed the door shut, leaving me alone with Alpha Hayden. The soft click of the latch echoed throughout the room, emphasizing our loneliness. The gravity of the situation became clear, and the air became thick with unspoken expectations. I became painfully conscious of the significance of this meeting when alone with Alpha Hayden. The ferocity with which he moved indicated a story bubbling under the surface. The house's walls appeared to absorb the wordless discussions, creating an intimate cocoon where the weight of unsaid truths strained against the limits of intellect. As Alpha Hayden turned towards me, the flickering light outlined his features in a chiaroscuro of mystery. His gaze, intense and penetrating, held a myriad of untold stories. The stillness of the room became a canvas upon which the nuances of our interaction played out, each moment pregnant with potential revelation.

"Am sorry for disturbing your peace in the dead of the nights but I have some news for you which is either good or bad depending on your perspective" Alpha Hayden said with a smile while expecting my reply, but after a while with no reply from me but just me staring at him he continued.

"I think there is a way out to your condition"

"I am not ill and yeah I have no condition to take care of"

"Sorry, did I make it seem like an illness or something bad.... it ain't and if you can pay more attention you will love what you will hear here" Alpha Hayden pleaded.

"You are not the first person this occurred to in your family"

Just like magic that pulled my attention to him, I said as I adjusted myself on the seat, "what do you mean Master?"

"I mean to say 6 generation ago this same issue occurred and then 12 generation away according to my diggings"

"This can't be true, I have never heard of it," I replied.

"Maybe that is because they choose to find the solution as early as possible and not chase others away, but fear not I have the solution mapped out" Alpha Hayden said confidently.

I rushed at him and knew before him while leaning on his foot, "Help me My lord" I said.

He walked away to the other side of the table he was leaning on and then brought out a document, he pointed it at me and I read the content, I was alarmed.

"Marriage certificate... How is this going to help me?" I asked.

"I know you can't deny the bond between us and you actually feel it, succumb to that and then I will help you overcome this nightmare and we can be together forever"

"And what if I don't want to sign this?" I asked.

"Then history keeps repeating itself," Alpha Hayden said bluntly with a smile.

"So this is mainly like a contract?, you are helping me to overcome my nightmare and in return I am married to you?" I asked.

"That is one way to put it, if it makes sense to you that way" Alpha Hayden replied.

Time paused in the reflecting chamber as I wrestled with the weight of a decision that may change the course of my life. The marriage license was clutched in my hands like a priceless necklace, a physical reminder of unspoken vows and unfulfilled promises. The pristine parchment, adorned with exquisite handwriting, appeared to vibrate with the severity of the situation.

I was divided between reluctance and commitment for a few seconds. The air was thick with the expectation of a choice that required complete dedication. As a physical testament to the union prior to official consecration, the marriage certificate has the potential to bind fate and ensnare fortunes.

While my gaze was fixated on the parchment, I traced the fine lines of ink that inscribed the marriage connection. Each comment held the weight of tradition, the weight of previous generations who had traversed a similar path. The weight of the decision loomed large, casting a shadow over the room that mirrored the shadows on the paper in my hands.

The marriage certificate, a bridge between the known and the unknown, beckoned me to chart a course through uncharted waters. The penultimate act, the signing of my name, held the potential to shape the narrative of my life in ways unfathomable. With each passing second, the inkwell sat as a witness to the internal deliberations that unfolded within the corridors of my mind.

At that terrible period, I found myself at a fork in the path of thinking. A symbol-filled document, the marriage certificate, depicted the intricacies of human relationships. As I read the page, I was struck by the difficulty of commitment, the delicate balance of autonomy and partnership. The room's quiet bore evidence to the cacophony of contradictory emotions that echoed in my heart chambers.

Within the fire of reflection, a decision was created after what seemed like a lifetime. With a steadying breath, I grabbed for the inkwell—a vessel of transformation. The quill, an extension of my intention, poised over the blank space, ready to etch my name into the annals of shared destiny. The marriage certificate, now a canvas awaiting its last brushstroke, seemed to take a deep breath in anticipation.

The ink spilled, leaving a hushed confession etched into the fibers of the paper. I became the architect of my own fate in that single second when pen met paper. The formerly pristine and undamaged marriage certificate now bore the obvious sign of my commitment. The ink dried, leaving an invisible yet binding power to hold the covenant together.

With seriousness and resolve, I delivered the signed certificate to Alpha Hayden—an offering, a testament, a pledge. The brief but meaningful contact marked the end of a journey that stretched beyond the act of signing. It was a symbolic gesture, a bond between two people who were traveling together.

As I gave out the marriage certificate, the room seemed to sigh, releasing the tension that had gripped the atmosphere. The paper was passed from one hand to the other, a relic of decisions made and fates interwoven. I felt the resonance of a decision taken, a promise made, and the gentle rustle of destiny unfurling its wings in the solitude of that meditation space.

Alpha Hayden took the certificate, he smiled and then said "We are now officially Married"