Attached to the alpha prince

They sprinted as though their very lives depended on it. Each stride was a desperate plea for survival, with their faces etched with sorrow and hearts heavy with anguish. They didn't care if their clothes were in tatters or if their feet were aching. All they craved was the chance to endure, together as a family. With this determination, they pressed on. But deep down, they knew that not all of them would make it. The odds were too cruel to be in their favour , but they couldn't give up without a fight. Their entire lives flashed before their eyes, and the relentless grip of terror painted their expressions. All they had now was hope – hope that somehow, they'd beat the odds. Anderson couldn't help but reminisce about the good times they had shared as a family. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with his anguish. He glanced at his wife, Layla, her eyes reflecting the same unwavering determination that had always defined her. She was a pillar of strength, a woman of virtue, and pride. She was ready to do whatever it took to protect their family. But was this the end of their cherished life? His gaze shifted to their precious daughter, Isabella, held tight in his arms. Wide-eyed and bewildered, Isabella couldn't comprehend the danger that surrounded them. Yet, the fear etched on her parents' faces told her everything she needed to know. She shared their apprehension and clung to her father, seeking refuge. Anderson's eyes then landed on their distant home, a place that held the echoes of their fondest memories. It was more than just a house; it was their sanctuary. But now, it lay in ruins, a cruel reminder of what they had lost. The enemy was closing in, and they had little time left. A surge of resolve flooded Anderson. He needed to buy time for his family, no matter the cost. With unyielding determination, he pressed his lips to his daughter's forehead and whispered, "Stay safe, my child." Passing Isabella to Layla, he added, "Take care of her." Layla, though bewildered, understood the gravity of the situation. Tears welled in her eyes, and she felt the weight of their circumstances. Anderson shared a final, passionate kiss with his beloved wife, one that encapsulated all the emotions – love, sorrow, pain, and fear – of this dire moment. "I love you," he uttered, his last words before he turned to face the advancing threat. Layla gave him one last sorrowful look before she scooped up Isabella and dashed away as fast as her legs could carry them. In her haste, Layla stumbled, causing pain to shoot through her body as she and Isabella fell to the ground. Her daughter cried out, but Layla quickly checked for injuries, finding none except for her bruised knees. She gathered Isabella and resumed their escape as if the fall had never happened. Isabella's wide eyes bore questions, but Layla knew there was no time for explanations. They needed to find a way to survive, and quickly. The sound of their pursuers drew nearer, and panic crept into Layla's expression. She chuckled bitterly, aware that the inevitable outcome of their relentless chase was death. But her determination was unshaken. A sudden thought rekindled her spirit. She dashed toward the nearby river, silently praying that what she sought would still be there. Arriving at the riverbank, her prayers were answered. Nestled on the lush grass was a beautiful basket, meticulously crafted by Layla with all her love for Isabella. "Where are they?" shouted the enemy leader, the one responsible for her husband's death and the imminent threat to her and her daughter. Layla wasted no time. She cradled Isabella, placed her inside the basket, and positioned it by the river's edge. "Mama!" Isabella's voice quivered. "Be strong for me, my angel," Layla replied. With determination, she pushed the basket into the gently flowing river. As she watched the basket drift away, sorrow once again filled Layla's heart. She knew she would never see her beloved Isabella again. But there was peace in her heart now that her daughter was on her way to safety. Turning away from the river, Layla winced as pain shot through her. It was her end, and her life flashed before her eyes, starting from the day Isabella was born until she met her inevitable demise. . . . . .