SAVING THE ALPHA; 003

I had barely closed my eyes when the dream began. 

It felt so real, as if I was truly there. I found myself standing in a dimly lit chamber, with cold stone walls and a damp, musty scent in the air. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and a distant echo of dripping water filled my ears. The atmosphere was heavy, pressing down on me like a weight.

In the center of the room, a man appeared, his figure shrouded in shadows. I couldn't make out his face, but his voice was deep and haunting. 

"Sophia," he called out to me, desperation lacing his words. "I have been trapped here for so long, waiting for you to find me. Please, help me."

Though I couldn't see him clearly, I sensed his pain and longing. He reached out to me, his hands shackled by chains that seemed to drain the very life from him. "You must save me, Sophia. You have to help me out"

I wanted to help him, but I couldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, unable to reach out and touch him. As I struggled to break free from my invisible bindings, the man's voice grew fainter, and the room around me began to blur and fade.

I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest.

What on earth was that all about?

It was barely 4:00am

 I tried to dismiss the strange dream as a product of my overactive imagination, my thoughts racing from the unsettling events of the previous night.

As I rose from the bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to me.

 The man's desperate pleas echoed in my mind, and I found myself questioning whether the dream had been more than mere fancy. 

I looked around the room, searching for some clue or sign that would help me make sense of the strange images that haunted my sleep. Or the voice I heard last night.

First the voices, now this dream. What on earth was wrong with this mansion?

But there was nothing to be found, only the familiar grandeur of the mansion and the distant sounds of the staff beginning their daily tasks.

 With a sigh, I resigned myself to the fact that my first night in my new home had been an unsettling one, but I could not have imagined just how deeply those haunting dreams would come to shape my future..

Then I went back to bed.

The following morning, I woke up feeling groggy and disoriented from the strange dream that had haunted my sleep. I shook off the lingering remnants of the dream and decided to head downstairs to the kitchen, hoping that a hot cup of tea and some breakfast would help me regain my focus.

As I entered the large kitchen, the smell of freshly baked bread and sizzling bacon greeted me. Martha was bustling around the room, preparing a delicious spread. She looked up and smiled warmly as she saw me approaching.

"Good morning, dear," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Did you sleep well?"

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should share the details of my unsettling dream. But in the end, I decided against it

. "I slept alright, thank you," I lied, offering her a small smile.

Martha seemed to accept my answer and gestured for me to take a seat at the large wooden table.

 "Please, help yourself to breakfast," she said, placing a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me.

Just as I was about to dig in, I glanced around the room and noticed that Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. 

"Where's Nicholas?" I asked Martha, concern creeping into my voice. "Do you have any idea if he came back last night or perhaps this morning?"

"Oh, he returned a few minutes ago, but had to leave again right away," Martha explained, her face showing a hint of worry. "He said there was something urgent he needed to take care of, but he didn't give any details."

I frowned, my appetite suddenly vanishing. 

"Again?"

Martha gave me an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry miss. But sir Nicholas is a very busy man. I'm sure he will come back soon enough ma'am"

I forced a smile and looked at the dish before me.

I guess this was what I should get used to. This was what I married into. I've watched my father never being there at home because there was always business to take care of.

Men that prioritize business over family.

Ahn….

Every girl's dream man.

After forcing down a few bites of breakfast, I excused myself from the kitchen and decided to take a walk around the mansion to clear my head.

 As I wandered through the opulent halls, my thoughts kept drifting back to my dream and Nicholas's mysterious absences. 

Somehow deep down, I had this nagging feeling that there was more to my new life than I had originally thought.

As I rounded a corner, I suddenly found myself face to face with Clara, the young staff member I had encountered the previous day, and a tall, muscular man I had not seen before. They both looked at me with an intensity that made me feel slightly uneasy.

"Mrs. Sinclair," Clara said, her voice tight with urgency. "Can we speak with you privately? It's of the utmost importance."

I hesitated for a moment, my instincts telling me to be cautious, but my curiosity got the better of me. "Of course," I replied, trying to sound composed. "What do you need to talk about?"

"You don't mind if we go to your room do you?" Clara muttered, her eyes darting around the hallway.

I frowned but nodded, "Fine. I don't mind,"

I led them both into my room and sat on the bed with a raised brow.

"So what's the matter?"

The muscular man, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward. "My name is Ethan," he said, his deep voice resonating in the hallway. "Uhm, this is really important. Clara here told me that you heard a voice calling out to you last night before bed,"

I threw a sharp look at Clara. Why would she tell him that? 

Especially when she waved it off last night as my mind was playing tricks on me?

"I know what must be going through your mind and I'm sorry" she said, her fingers fidgeting uncomfortably, "But we know the reason you have been hearing the voice, or as I'm sure you must have had …a dream"

My heart skipped a beat, and my eyes widened in surprise. "How could you possibly know about that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Clara and Ethan exchanged a meaningful glance before Clara continued. "The man who called out to you, who you saw in your dream… he's our friend"

"What?" So it wasn't an imagination? Was the voice real?

But how?

"He's a prisoner here, and he needs your help."

My mind raced as I tried to process what they were telling me. The dream that I had dismissed as a product of my overactive imagination suddenly seemed far too real. 

Shit, what had I landed myself into?

"There are lots of questions running through my mind right now, but most importantly….Why would he need my help?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "And what do you fuck do you mean a prisoner? In this house? What had he done?"

"We will explain everything later, you will understand what's going on. But not now. We don't have much time. Your husband will be home soon, and you really need to come with us,"

Ethan looked me in the eye, his expression serious. "We can't tell you why exactly...but you're the only one who can save him from his confinement."

Their words sank in slowly a mixture of fear, disbelief.

But I knew they were telling the truth.

Just like the voice last night I could feel an urge…to do something about the situation.

A call deep in my core.

"I want you to know that you have a choice. We aren't forcing you. But, we are desperate. You really need to come with us right now"

I sighed and nodded. "Fine. Let's go,"

They both smiled at each other and I followed them outside the room.

Clara, Ethan, and I made our way through the dimly lit halls of the mansion, the air heavy with tension. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what I would find when I finally met the man from my dreams. 

The man in my dream.

This is really weird and my head was already swirling with lots of questions.

As we approached a hidden door at the end of a dark corridor, I braced myself for what was to come.

Ethan pushed open the door, revealing a narrow staircase that led down into darkness. We descended cautiously, the musty air growing colder as we ventured further into the depths of the mansion. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at a solid iron door, its surface worn and rusted. Ethan brought out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door, pulling it open with a loud creak.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by a single flickering candle. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I caught sight of a figure huddled in the corner. My breath caught in my throat as I realized it. His figure looked very familiar 

He was tall and muscular, what looked like once-golden hair dirty and tangled. His eyes, a deep shade of blue that seemed to hold centuries of pain, met mine.

The moment our eyes met, it felt as if time itself had stopped. An indescribable warmth washed over me, starting from the crown of my head and spreading throughout my entire body. As it reached the pit of my stomach, it settled into a comforting, steady heat. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, and it left me breathless.

Simultaneously, a series of electrical jolts coursed through my veins, like lightning connecting every part of me to him. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt an overwhelming sense of belonging and familiarity, as if I had known him my entire life. The air around us seemed to hum with energy, and the very atmosphere vibrated with the intensity of our connection.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, lost in the depths of those soulful blue orbs. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively knew that this connection was something extraordinary, something that transcended the physical world. It was as if our souls had recognized each other, intertwining and bonding us together in a way that couldn't be explained by mere words.

He gave me a weak smile, "You came." He said, his voice hoarse, "I knew you would"

I had lots of questions.

Who is he?

Why did he need me here?

Why do I feel like this from his presence?

How on earth did he appear in my dream?

How did I hear his voice?

And why on earth was my husband holding him captive. Who exactly have I gotten married to?

"Who are you?" I murmured.

"Your mate. And I've been waiting so long for you,"