The Girl In His Vision

The day had been long and grueling, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, I trudged wearily back to the small house I shared with my beloved grandmother. The weight of exhaustion hung heavily upon my shoulders, but my heart lifted at the thought of being in the comforting presence of the woman who had been my rock since childhood.

As I approached the familiar wooden door, a subtle unease began to gnaw at my gut. I glanced down, and my heart sank – no shoes were placed outside, as my grandmother would always do. My mind raced with worry and confusion.

"Is grandma at home? Why are her shoes not here?" I questioned myself, hoping for a reasonable explanation.

Curiosity tugged at me like an insistent child, and I couldn't resist. I pushed the door open, and the dimly lit living room welcomed me, but something was amiss. The silence was deafening, with no familiar greeting from my grandmother.

Fear began to rise within me like a storm gathering on the horizon. My instinct was to call out to her, hoping she was merely in another room, but my voice faltered as I realized she might not be there at all.

I took out my phone, trembling fingers dialing her number. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer on the other end. Panic started to claw at my chest, threatening to overwhelm me. Had something happened to her? Did she go back to the hospital for her routine check-up?

"No! Grandma wouldn't do that. She believes in me," I murmured to myself, trying to quell the rising anxiety. She wouldn't leave without telling me.

The sense of urgency was now unbearable. I needed to find her and reassure myself that she was safe. My heart hammered in my chest as I paced back and forth in the living room.

With a sudden burst of frustration, I flung my phone toward the corner of the chair. I couldn't bear the uncertainty any longer. The mere thought of losing her brought tears to my eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I sank onto the couch, my mind racing through the possibilities. Where could she be? What if something terrible had happened? She was everything to me, the last family I had left.

I racked my brain, searching for clues. Could she have gone out to visit a friend? Maybe she went to the local market to buy some groceries. But why didn't she leave a note? That was unlike her.

"Urghh!" I groaned in frustration, running my fingers through my disheveled hair. My heart was torn between staying put and going out to look for her.

After what felt like an eternity, a spark of realization ignited within me. I hadn't checked her room yet. Maybe she was resting, or perhaps she had left a note there.

"She must be in her room," I said aloud, my voice wavering with hope. With newfound determination, I stood up from the couch and marched toward her room.

As I approached the closed door, I hesitated for a moment, fear tightening its grip. What if she wasn't there? What if I found her room empty, and the note I desperately hoped for was nowhere to be seen?

Summoning all my courage, I pushed the door open, and there she was, sitting on the cool marble floor in an awkward position. Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly replaced by concern. Why was she sitting like that?

"Grandma?" I called out softly, taking cautious steps toward her. There was no response. My heart pounded in my chest, and my mind raced with possibilities.

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Meanwhile, at Elysian Manor, a sleek black limousine glided smoothly through the grand estate gates, its engine purring like a contented feline. The car came to a graceful halt at the designated parking lot. Marcus, seated beside Alpha Galan, noticed his alpha's distant expression, lost in thoughts that seemed to hold the weight of the world.

Uncertain of what to say, Marcus decided to give him space. He stepped out of the car, holding a polythene bag of cabbages, and quickly made his way toward the opulent Mansion. He knew Alpha Galan needed time to process his thoughts and emotions.

Alpha Galan, still lost in his visions, his eyes shut tightly, was transported to another realm. He found himself walking towards a figure that seemed both familiar and distant. Her bright red hair and the sparkle in her blue eyes were captivating.

With each step, Alpha Galan felt a pull towards the red-haired girl, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her voice echoed in his mind, soothing and enchanting.

"Come with me, Alpha Galan," she beckoned, her hand outstretched. Her touch was an ethereal caress that sent shivers down his spine.

In her presence, time seemed to stand still, and he felt an inexplicable connection to her. She was more than just a vision; she felt real, like someone he had known for a lifetime.

But as he reached out to take her hand, the image wavered and began to fade like a distant memory slipping away. He desperately tried to hold on to the vision, to grasp the reality of the girl who seemed to hold the key to his destiny.

"Alpha Galan! Alpha Galan!" A voice broke through the haze, pulling him back to reality.

Startled, Alpha Galan's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself back in the limousine, his beta Marcus looking at him with concern.

"Alpha Galan! I thought you might be unconscious. Thank goodness you're okay," Marcus said, his relief evident.

Alpha Galan acknowledged his beta with a nod, but his mind was still preoccupied with the visions. He needed answers, and Marcus might be the key to unlocking the truth.

"Marcus, I need to know everything you know about the red-haired girl," Alpha Galan said, his tone urgent.

Marcus looked puzzled. "The red-haired girl? What are you talking about, Alpha Galan?"

"The one in my visions. I keep seeing her, and she feels important like she's connected to me somehow," Alpha Galan explained, his voice tinged with frustration.

Marcus frowned, trying to make sense of the situation. "I'm not sure, Alpha Galan. I haven't heard anything about a red-haired girl. But I'll do my best to find out more."

Alpha Galan nodded, grateful for Marcus's support. "Thank you, Marcus. Please, find out whatever you can. I need to understand."

Marcus nodded in understanding and turned to leave, but before he could go, Alpha Galan called out to him once more.

"Marcus, there's something else," Alpha Galan said, hesitating for a moment. "I saw the red-haired girl in a vision, and then I saw someone who looked like her earlier today."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Really? Where did you see her?"

"At the cabbage store. She was with you, holding a polythene bag of cabbages," Alpha Galan said, trying to recall the details of the encounter.

Marcus's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you mean the woman I met earlier? Yeah, she did have red hair, but I didn't think much of it. She's just the old lady's granddaughter."

Alpha Galan's heart skipped a beat. Could the woman Marcus encountered be the same person from his visions? The idea seemed far-fetched, but he couldn't ignore the possibility.

"What are the chances, right?" Marcus added with a shrug.

Alpha Galan's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but there were still so many questions left unanswered.

"Marcus, please, keep an eye on her if you can. I have a feeling she might be the one I've been searching for," Alpha Galan said, his voice filled with determination.

Marcus nodded, sensing the importance of the situation. "Of course, Alpha Galan. I'll do everything I can to help you find her."

With that, Marcus departed, leaving Alpha Galan to his thoughts. The red-haired girl, the visions, the inexplicable connection – it all seemed like a tangled web of fate and destiny.

Alpha Galan retired to his room, his mind still reeling from the visions and the encounter with Marcus earlier. He needed to rest, to gather his strength for the challenges that lay ahead.

As he lay on his king-sized bed, Alpha Galan's thoughts drifted back to the red-haired girl. Her presence felt so real, so tangible, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was the missing piece of his soul.

The woman in his visions had been full of life, exuding happiness and warmth. But the woman Marcus encountered seemed frustrated and lost. How could the same person appear so different in different circumstances?

Alpha Galan knew he had to find her, to meet her in reality, to feel the touch of her red hair, and to see the depths of her mesmerizing blue eyes. She held the answers he sought, the key to understanding the visions that haunted him.

His mind played a rewind, the images of the red-haired girl dancing before his closed eyes. He pondered the possibility of meeting her in reality, of finally unraveling the mysteries that bound them together.

The encounter with Marcus had given him a glimmer of hope, a thread to follow in the labyrinth of fate. He knew he couldn't give up, that he had to keep searching until he found her.

Determined, Alpha Galan rose from his bed and left his room. He descended the stairs, calling out for Marcus, his heart set on discovering the truth about the red-haired girl.

"Marcus!" His voice echoed through the halls, but there was no response. He heard voices coming from a room on the lower floor, and without hesitation, he followed the sound.

As he approached the room, his heart pounded in his chest. He swung the door open, and there, in the dimly lit room, he found Marcus lying on the bed with a woman.

"Fuck! Alpha Galan, now is not the time," Marcus cried out, embarrassed by the intrusion.

But Alpha Galan wasn't concerned about the compromising situation. He had more pressing matters at hand.

"Marcus, it's about that woman you met earlier. Tell me everything you know about her," Alpha Galan said urgently, his mind still fixated on the red-haired girl.