THE ALPHA’S SILENT BRIDE
The horizon stretched endlessly, colorless, cold, silent.
Something dark moved in the distance.
My breath caught.
Kyle.
He emerged from the fog like a ghost made flesh, his steps silent, his presence heavy enough to press against the world around him. He wore what I remembered from my worst memories: a dark coat, that same sharp gaze, and a smile that never reached his eyes.
“So,” he said, his voice smooth like ice, “you thought you could run from me.”
The words struck like a whip, slicing through the air. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “You’re not real,” I whispered, though my voice trembled.
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