Page 3 of Her Fated Alpha Prince
Her head broke the surface for a second. She opened her mouth, but no sound came—only water and panic.
Another wave crashed over her, salt slamming into her mouth and nose.
Then came the tug.
Not a wave this time. Not an undertow.A grip.Something wrapped around her waist and yanked.
Her vision blurred, sound muffled. Her limbs thrashed, but the pull was relentless—downward, into darkness.
Then—
Silence.
Stillness.
*
When her eyes opened, the world was green. Sunlight streamed through thick, broad leaves, casting golden flecks over everything. Warm. Alive. Unreal.
She lay on something soft—moss? or grass maybe? Her hair clung to her shoulders. Her limbs ached.
She was breathing. She was… alive.
And dry.
She jolted upright with a gasp, her heart pounding like it was trying to escape her chest.
This wasn’t the beach. No crashing waves, no resort sounds, no stretch of sunbeds and umbrellas. She was in a forest.
Breathing hard, she scanned her surroundings. Trees towered overhead, vines thick and twisted, flowers she couldn’t name blooming in impossible colors. Bird calls echoed in the distance—sharp, unfamiliar. The air smelled damp and rich, like earth after thunder.
Nothing made sense to her. She was trying to figure out where she was.
While she scanned around, her eyes landed on a shadow that moved behind the trees. Her breath stopped for a few seconds, and her body trembled.
He stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Half-concealed by the foliage, his body motionless but not hidden.
She froze, every instinct screaming. Run? Hide? Scream? Her body refused to decide—too locked in the sheerpresenceof him.
He was… beautiful. Not in the polished, Hollywood way Dylan had been, butwild. Built like myth. Shirtless, skin gleaming in patches of sun. Dark hair fell just past his jaw.
His eyes— They glowed.
Not a trick of light. Theyglowed.
She opened her mouth.
She opened her mouth—but his voice cut through first, low and rough, like gravel kissed by flame.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
CHAPTER 2
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KAEL
Kael stood just beyond the grove’s shadow, his boots sinking slightly into the loam, arms folded across his chest. Every muscle in his body was locked tight—not in fear, but in something far more dangerous.
