Tied To The Arrogant Alpha

The first thing I learned about silence is that it is never truly empty.It breathes. It stretches. It presses against the walls until it feels like a living thing, crawling under your skin, whispering all the words you’re too afraid to speak. Silence was my constant companion inside the Veyra estate… an old house perched on a cliffside that smelled of damp stone and iron, as if the sea winds carried the ghosts of those who once lived and died here.I had grown used to it.Silence when my father came home past midnight, his boots leaving mud across the floor, his coat dripping rain and blood, his jaw set in a line sharp enough to cut. Silence when he cleaned his weapons in the kitchen, the metallic scrape of silver against stone louder than any scream. Silence when he locked himself in his study and I was left wandering hallways that always seemed too big, too hollow, too hungry.My father never raised his voice at me. He didn’t have to. The weight of his presence was enough, a shadow

My eyes fluttered open, heavy and reluctant, like they had been glued shut by the weight of a nightmare. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, until the room sharpened into focus and I realized I was not alone. Damon was there, standing too close, his green eyes glittering in a way that made my pulse stutter. He was smiling… which only made me more suspicious. And it wasn’t just him. Others were in the room too. Men. Several of them. All of them were still impossibly beautiful in that unfair, god-carved way, but something was different this time… they were clothed. Shirts, pants, and some even with boots. It should have comforted me, but instead, dread coiled tighter in my chest. “W-Where am I?” My voice cracked like glass. I wanted strength in my words, but what came out was a whisper full of fear. Damon didn’t answer immediately. He only inhaled slowly, his chest rising and falling, as though he was buying himself time. Or maybe buying me time… but for what? I pushed

"Stop crying, child." The old woman's voice cut through my sobs, rough but steady, like a command I couldn't ignore. "One day you will understand why you were chosen. This is not chance... this is destiny."Her words made my skin prickle. Destiny? The word tasted bitter on my tongue.I lifted my tear-streaked face to her, anger and confusion twisting inside me. "Destiny? You put this bracelet on me! You forced this so-called fate on me!" My voice broke, sharp with accusation. "You made me part of this madness!"Her single eye narrowed, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she shook her head slowly. "No, child. The woman you saw... she was not me."I froze. My heart thudded against my ribs. "What are you talking about?""The one who placed the bracelet on your wrist was my ancestor," she said, her tone almost reverent. "She was the grandmother of my grandmother. She lived centuries ago... long before my time. She has been gone for many lifetimes."My breath caught in my throat. My fingers c