All Chapters of Saved by the Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ElaineA pleasant warmth washed over my entire body.Then I awoke enveloped in a violet mist that smelled of vanilla—an unusual combination, but one that my amnesiac mind was already beginning to associate with salvation.Then the memories came flooding back to me.The effect of the fairy nectar still weighed on my eyelids like tiny lead weights, but that stabbing pain—the flash that had split my skull in the forest clearing—had vanished completely. In its place was a strange lethargy, a sensation of weightlessness that made me feel as if my bones were made of cotton and my mind were a room freshly painted white: empty of memories, yet in absolute peace.The first thing I saw was not the carved ceiling of my room, but a hand.A huge hand, with prominent knuckles and slightly tanned skin, resting on the edge of my mattress with such obvious tension that it looked as if at any moment it would break the bed’s wood.I followed the arm with my eyes, up a bicep straining against the fabric

ElaineThat morning, the sun filtered through the linen curtains in a soft, golden glow, reminding me that time was still moving forward, even though my memory had come to a sudden halt.And that was something that paralyzed me.I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples. The headache was no longer that sharp, stabbing pain of the first few days but a dull heaviness, as if my brain were trying to force open a door that had no key.Arsel entered the room before I could stand up.He didn’t knock; he didn’t need to. His presence was like a tide that filled every corner of the room long before he crossed the threshold. He was dressed more casually than usual, in a gray linen shirt that hinted at the strength of his shoulders and in dark pants.His eyes scanned me with that mixture of medical scanner and devout adoration that was already familiar to me.I swallowed hard when he looked at my lips.“Today is check-up day, Elina,” Arsel said firmly, his deep voice vibrating in the still

ElaineArsel kept his word, and the next day, he took me out of the house as well.That day, the afternoon air had a golden, almost magical quality that seemed to want to erase any trace of darkness from my thoughts. Arsel, keeping his promise to help me enjoy the day, had taken me to the recreation area where the pack’s families gathered in the shade of centuries-old oak trees.The park was bursting with life.The wolves, despite their fierce and warlike nature, cared for their young with a tenderness I found fascinating. They weren’t just children; they were little whirlwinds of energy that lit up everything in their path.In that moment, I realized I liked children.I smiled at the chaos of a small group before Arsel squeezed my hand.“Stay here,” Arsel told me, pointing to a carved wooden bench under a weeping willow. “I’m going to get those ice creams Mrs. Marta was talking about. If anyone bothers you, just—”“I know, Arsel,” I said with a smile, placing a hand on his arm. “I ju

ElaineAfter the confrontation with Dania in town and the emptiness her words had left in my chest, I took refuge in my room as if hiding in a trench.I buried myself in the sheets, searching for a warmth that never came.When sleep finally claimed me, it was no rest but a descent into a labyrinth of broken mirrors.In my dreams, the silver woman appeared again, but this time her face was blurred by a reddish mist. She tried to speak to me, her lips moving urgently, but the sound that came from them was not her heavenly voice but the crackling of branches snapping and the panting of something chasing me in the darkness.Suddenly, the scene shifted: I saw myself in a classroom full of children, but the children had no faces, only empty sockets pleading for help. I tried to reach them, but my feet were sunk in black mud that smelled of iron and ancient death.“You are nothing,”

ElaineWaking up was not a triumphant return to the light.It was quite the opposite.A complete, agonizing ascent through layers of gray, sticky mud that were choking me with force. My senses returned in jumbled fragments: first, the sharp smell of antiseptic and dried lavender; then, a rhythmic, metallic beep hammering behind my temples; and finally, a warm, firm weight enveloping my right hand.Part of me already knew what was coming, and I was terrified of it.I opened my eyes, and the white hospital ceiling blinded me for a moment.I blinked, trying to focus my vision, but my mind felt like a book with its middle pages torn out. I remembered leaving Arsel’s mansion; I remembered the laughter… and then, nothing.A black, icy abyss opened up where my most recent memory should have been, and it terrified me so much that an intense fear settled in my throat.“Where am I?” I asked, and my voice sounded like the rustling of dry leaves.My tongue felt dry, and I tried to sit up, but a v