Prisoners of Alpha

e laughter that resonated in his dreams, constantly bringing him back to that night when he believed they had shared something true, something sincere. Since his departure, an unbearable

irresistible force. And yet, with each day that passed, his memory grew a little further away, like sand slipping through his fingers. How could she have vanished so suddenly, witho

social evenings, but his rank forced him to attend them. He tried to maintain a facade of calm, hiding his torment beneath a calculated coldness. As he crossed the room, he caug

ed her curves to perfection, and her hair framed her face with natural elegance. But what struck him most was the expression of serenity on her features, as if s

the years he had spent searching for her had been an illusion. Without further thought, he approached her, attracting the attention of a few intrigued glances as he passed. As he approached, she raised her head,

he whispered, unable to hid

m with a polite but distant smile,

ave the wrong person, Alpha," sh

y fiber of his being cried out for betrayal, for injustice. He took a step forward, closing

ely controlling his anger. "I remember every detail, every momen

ning implacably cold. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied, deline

ore distant than ever. Was it really possible that she had forgotten everything? Or was she playing a role, for r

ken voice betraying the extent of his suffer

omposed herself, looking away with calculated elegance. "I think the conversation ends her

erfume still floating in the air as a final affront. Unable to contain himself an

ng. "I need to know. To understand why you left, why you

ng down an immovable shell. "Alpha, I owe you nothing," she replied with disconcerting calm, her ey

grip with cold grace, her eyes showing no trace of the tenderness that had once lit up their gaze. At that moment

to believe that she had really become this stranger. No, he knew it. Behind this frozen mask, the woman he still loved still existed. She had hidden, pe

im, how many times she pretended not to know him. He wouldn't give up. He would unravel the mystery of his flight, his

reveal the truth. And, that day, he would prove to her that their story was not over,