Fated Mates

Alpha Sabastian’s acknowledgment of my presence in the war, coupled with his encouragement, lingered in the air as we settled into our separate beds. The room held a quiet tension, as if there were unspoken thoughts hanging in the air.

“Alpha Sabastian,” I began tentatively, hesitating before continuing. “Yes, Liza?” His response was calm, inviting me to voice the question that had been on my mind.

I stammered, “I know it’s not my place, but... I’m sorry, let’s go to sleep. Good night, Alpha.”

He interrupted, sensing the unspoken inquiry. “Liza, hmm. What is it that you want to ask? You may ask anything you want. You should have clear thoughts when you sharpen your warrior skills. And yes, I must say I was impressed looking at you in the war today. You are much more than I expected.”

Grateful for his understanding, I replied, “Thank you, Alpha.” Yet, the lingering question weighed on my mind. “Alpha, I do not want to be disrespectful. I just wanted to ask you: why don’t you clear the rumors about you? You’re not the big, bad Alpha everyone perceives you to be. You’re kind, polite, and very respectful.”

The room held a pregnant silence, awaiting his response. Sabastian, the enigmatic Alpha, seemed to contemplate his answer before finally speaking, “Liza, the perception of an Alpha is often clouded by the responsibilities and expectations that come with the title. The rumors, while not entirely baseless, fail to capture the nuances of who I am. I prefer actions to speak louder than words. However, I understand how it may affect the dynamics within packs.”

He sighed, the weight of his position evident. “Perhaps, in time, actions will redefine perceptions. But for now, let the pack believe what they must. Our journey has only just begun.”

As we each retreated into the solitude of our thoughts, the room echoed with the quiet acknowledgment that some truths remain buried beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to surface.

“Why is everything so complex, Alpha?” I voiced my inner turmoil, unable to fully comprehend the intricacies that surrounded us.

“What do you mean, Liza?” Sabastian’s concern was palpable as he sought to understand the root of my unrest.

I sighed, grappling with my own emotions. “Even I do not know what I mean. I understand that being an Alpha is difficult, and you need to balance the public image, but why would you want others to picture you as a big, bad Alpha? You’re kind, understanding, and caring. I don’t know why you wouldn’t care about what people talk about you behind your back.”

As my words hung in the air, a heavy silence settled in the room. Sabastian, sensing the weight of my emotions, moved from his bed and sat beside me. “What is bothering you, Liza? Look at me.”

I hesitated, avoiding his gaze to conceal the tears that threatened to spill. His index finger gently lifted my face to meet his eyes. Tears welled up, and he wiped them away with a rough yet comforting thumb. Our eyes locked, and I felt myself drawn into the depths of his gaze, unaware of how I had instinctively inched closer to him, my attention shifting between his eyes and lips.

“What is bothering you, Liza?” His voice, filled with concern, pulled me back from the trance. Startled, I began to lose my balance, but his strong hands steadied me.

His touch, warm and reassuring, sent a shiver down my spine. I felt vulnerable, exposed in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

In the cocoon of Sabastian’s embrace, uncertainty whispered in the recesses of my mind. As his warmth enveloped me, I couldn’t help but ponder the nature of our connection. Were my feelings reciprocated, or was I navigating this intricate dance of emotions alone?

The line between reality and dreams blurred when it came to Sabastian. His touch was both tender and powerful, a paradox that left me grappling with the depth of our bond. I found solace in the safety of his arms, yet questions lingered, casting shadows over the fleeting moments of tranquility.