Moonlit Alpha: His Obsession

The morning light filtered through the forest, with soft mist hanging in the air. The freshness of the dew blended with the scent of the earth, filling the atmosphere with a refreshing aroma. In the distance, birds chirped softly, and the world seemed quiet, as if time itself had paused. Alice Green's eyelids fluttered before snapping open. She stared at the wooden ceiling above her, its cracks and old patterns stirring deep memories within her. "What the hell...?" she muttered hoarsely, her voice raspy as if she'd just woken from a nightmare. She suddenly sat up, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings—wooden walls, old furniture, and that bed she knew so well. "This is..." she frowned, her voice filled with disbelief, "my room?" She recognized it immediately. This was the small, shabby house she had grown up in. Everything was so familiar—the worn curtains, the scratches on the bedside table, even the faint musty smell of old wood. "But how could this be..." she murmured, gripping the blanket tightly as her heart pounded. Then, memories flooded her mind like a breaking dam: that cold, blood-soaked night. The stabbing pain of a knife in her chest. Helplessness. Darkness. Then... that man's face. He stood in front of her grave, shrouded in the night. The man was tall and strong, yet he appeared somewhat worn down. His face was filled with sorrow, and his dark eyes were full of tears. "Cain Hale?" she whispered his name, as if it held weight in the air. Slowly, her hand moved to her chest, the place where the knife had been driven into her. But now, there was nothing. No wound, no pain—only an unprecedented, strong heartbeat, as if reminding her: she was alive. "How am I still alive?" she muttered, confusion and disbelief filling her voice. She yanked off the blanket and quickly got out of bed. Her bare feet touched the cold wooden floor, the familiar texture grounding her. She scanned the room, her thoughts spinning. "I died," she whispered, her voice tinged with anger and fear. "I remember it clearly. The pain, the betrayal... everything." Her mind wandered again to the man she had seen before she died—Cain Hale. The stranger she had never spoken to, crying at her grave. His face lingered in her memory, sorrow and regret intertwined. "You're crying?" Alice sneered, rolling her eyes, her tone full of sarcasm. "We never even spoke. What right do you have to be sad for me?" Still, she couldn't shake the feeling in her chest. Who was he? Why was he there? What was his connection to her life—and even her death? Her steps carried her to the corner of the room, where an old mirror hung on the wall. The mirror was dusty and scratched, but still reflected her image clearly enough. The girl staring back at her was the same one she knew—eighteen years old, with soft brown hair and vibrant green eyes. But now, something was different. The innocence in her gaze had been replaced with coldness and determination. "Calm down, Alice," she muttered to herself, her fingers lightly brushing the cool surface of the mirror. Her reflection still stared back, eyes steady and unwavering. "I don't know what the hell this rebirth nonsense is, but I know one thing—those bastards who hurt me won’t get off so easily this time." A smile crept across her lips, one that held a dangerous meaning. At that moment, her gaze involuntarily shifted toward the door, a sensation rising in her chest that she couldn't quite explain. She quickly walked out of the room and into the living room. It was a place she hadn’t seen in a long time, but now it felt like the home she knew so well. And standing in front of her was her mother, who had passed away from cancer after Alice graduated from college. Her gentle eyes, warm smile—everything about her was so familiar. "Mom?" Alice’s voice was weak and shocked. Her mother turned, looking at her with tenderness, her eyes full of love. "Alice, you're awake?" "Mom..." Alice's voice caught in her throat, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if all the strength had left her, unable to move her feet. "Is it really you, Mom?" Her mother put down the plate she was holding and walked over, gently stroking Alice's hair. "Silly girl, what’s wrong? Don’t you remember? I've always been here with you." "I..." Alice’s throat tightened, trying to speak but finding no words. Her gaze locked onto her mother’s face, that familiar face still so warm in her eyes, just like it had been her anchor. But it all felt so unreal. "Mom, I remember... you... you’re already..." Alice’s voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. "You’re already gone. I... I died." A flicker of surprise flashed across her mother's face, but it quickly returned to calm. She smiled gently. "Don’t think like that, Alice. You must have had a nightmare. Come on, have some breakfast. I made your favorite scrambled eggs." "But..." Alice’s hand trembled slightly as she looked down at herself, checking again that her body bore no wounds. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again, confirming this was no longer a dream. "Mom..." she whispered. "I’m back. I’m really back." Her mother gently patted her back, smiling warmly. "It’s good that you’re back, Alice. Now, come, eat your breakfast. I have some good news to tell you today." Alice stood frozen. She opened her mouth to ask more, but the words escaped her. She looked up, meeting her mother’s loving gaze, suddenly realizing that her fate had been silently and profoundly changed. Her heart raced faster, emotions swirling in her chest like a tide. "I’m still alive? What the hell is going on?" she muttered to herself, but there was no response. "I... I’ve gone back to my college years?" she murmured, her awareness gradually sharpening as she looked out the window, seeing the familiar street and the familiar scenery. Everything from her past seemed to have been reset, returning to a time when she had everything. She took a deep breath, a determined glint in her eyes. "No matter if this is fate or coincidence, I won’t let it go so easily this time. I’m going to take control of my life again."