Sempiterno VI (AlanxJeff)

Win my heart back?

Jeff

I woke slowly, feeling the weight on my eyelids. Where was I? Confusion clouded my mind before a painful reality struck me: I had been kidnapped. Just before my wedding to Kluer. What would he think? He wouldn't be pleased. Still dazed, I cautiously opened my eyes, fearful of what I might find around me.

The dim light from a lamp on the nightstand was the only source of clarity in the room, which was otherwise shrouded in shadows. I looked down at my wrists, expecting to find some sort of restraint, but there was none. Nor on my feet. Confusion mingled with fear as I slowly sat up, feeling the lingering dizziness from whatever had been used to put me to sleep.

I was still wearing my wedding suit, ruined by the escape, though someone had kindly removed my shoes. I surveyed the room. The bed I was lying on had soft sheets, a delicate sky-blue color that seemed like a cruel contrast to my situation. There was a small table and a sofa in the shadows beyond. Everything was so strange. Was this how a kidnapping was supposed to be? It didn't fit the terrifying image I had imagined.

I stood up carefully, each step quieter than the last, as my ears strained for any sign of movement. But there was only silence. I approached the door, my heart pounding in my chest, trembling slightly as my hands touched the handle. It was a trap, I was sure of it. The door couldn't possibly be open. Not in a place like this. Yet when I pushed it, it gave way without resistance.

My heart stopped for a second. What kind of kidnapper leaves the door open? Panic engulfed me, but I suppressed it, moving forward down the hallway. The mansion was elegant, with a quaint air I didn't recognize. My memory had been a mess since the accident, since the moment when... No. I couldn't think about that now. I needed to escape. Step after step, I felt the fear in every pore of my skin. What would they do to me if they found me?

Then I heard voices. But one, in particular, made my breath catch and my heart race. Who was it? I approached cautiously, to the edge of a staircase from where I could see them.

"Alan... You left him alone?" A cold voice, an omega, stern in tone, scolded. He was beautiful, in a way that seemed almost ethereal, and his scent... intoxicating.

"It wasn't my intention," replied a deep voice that sent a sweet chill down my spine. "I wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up, but I was called urgently. I didn't want to disturb his rest."

That scent. I had felt it before, in the forest. And when my eyes found the owner of that voice, everything around me wavered. My legs faltered for a moment. What was happening to me? I had seen many alphas in my life, but none had ever made me feel this way.

"I know, but to him, you're the enemy," the omega cautioned. "You can't forget what he's been told all this time. To him, you're nothing more than a Hemmawich."

Hemmawich. My blood froze. Now I understood. I was in the hands of the Hemmawich family, the one I hated most. I had been told so many stories about their cruelty, how they had killed Charlie, my best friend. How they had tried to do the same to me. And now, standing in front of me, was the man my fiancé, Kluer, hated with a passion so deep it was almost palpable. The reason for so much revenge and death.

Fear coiled in my chest like a cold snake. I stepped back, my mind in chaos. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn't respond. Before I could think of my next move, Alan's intense gaze locked onto mine. His eyes were like the night sky, dark and infinite, but full of stars that promised something beyond the death that surrounded him. I didn't understand why I wasn't afraid, why I couldn't look away from those eyes. I should have been terrified, but instead... I felt confused. I felt the contradiction in my chest: he was supposed to be my enemy, the man who had taken so much from me. And yet, something about his presence drew me in in a way I couldn't comprehend.