The alpha's divine mate

The sky cracked like a broken promise and I fell. I didn’t scream. There was no need to. The process was slow, almost slow like a leaf in the wind. But in my heart, I knew what this was: exile. A mission wrapped in mercy, yes, but exile all the same. “Protect him and you must not fail.” The final whisper from the heavens echoed in my ears, laced with both warning and trust. I landed on something soft and green that smelled of crushed light and sky water. I blinked against the sunlight. The light on earth was harsher than the glow of the celestial realm, and everything was loud, louder than it should be. I sat up, brushing tiny green blades from my gown. An unfamiliar, dark cloth wrapped around my body. This, apparently, was my disguise: a dark hoodie over a long skirt that scratched my thighs. I touched my head. No halo. My wings? Gone. Of course. I turned to my right and gasped. A group of two-legged creatures were running back and forth after a round object. They shouted, puffed, kicked. Laughter echoed, feet pounded. Their skin glistened with moisture. One of them was a male, taller than the others kicked the object high into the air. It soared like a comet. Everyone shouted. Was this a ritual? A war game? My stomach flipped. I crouched behind a large tree and peeked. "What realm is this?" I whispered. Then, I stood. It was time to find my charge. My mission was clear: protect him. But I didn’t know his name, his face, or even how he looked. I wandered along a narrow path, marveling at the strange things around me. A tall black structure hummed and spit out paper when someone touched its glowing chest. I jumped. Next, I passed a creature holding a cup. Steam rose from it. When he sipped, he released a long breath. "This is killing " My ears stood like a cat hearing that. "killing???" I repeated in fright then began to pray stretching my hands toward the creature. "death angel get thee away from this creature"I said repeatedly leaving the lady to look at me with a look I didn't really get. Everywhere I turned, things buzzed, blinked, beeped, blinked again. Some people stared at small glowing rectangles in their palms, laughing and talking to it. Others pressed their ears and spoke to... no one? One girl chewed something white, smacking her lips like a goat. I leaned in. “Why do your teeth make that sound?” She blinked. “What?” “The thing in your mouth. Is it... alive?” She walked faster. I tried to mimic the next girl I saw. She raised her hand to her forehead and said, “Ugh, I can’t even.” I copied her. “Ugh, I cannot also.” The looks people gave me were confusing. Some laughed. Others drooled. Literally drooled. "Whoa... who is that?" "Is she real?" "Yo, bro, I think an angel just landed at Crescent." My cheeks warmed. Their eyes followed me—men, women, some students mid-jog tripped over themselves. Their expressions were... intense. Almost enchanted. I kept walking, unnerved. Suddenly, two females blocked my path. "Hey, you okay?" the one with soft curls asked. She had warm eyes, and I instantly liked her. "Am I okay...?" I glanced at my hands. "Yes. I still exist." "Uh... okay. You new here?" "Very." "Exchange student?" "Heaven-sent," I said before I could stop myself. The soft one giggled. The other one rolled her eyes. "She's weird," the second girl muttered. "Let's just take her to admin." "I'm Mara," said the kind one. "This is Clara. Come on. We’ll help." They led me into a large white building. It smelled sharp and clean. There, a tall woman in shiny foot-daggers tapped a glowing slate. “Name?” "Semira.” She stared at the screen. Her brows rose. “Full scholarship... divine candidate... Dorm 2C.” “What’s a dorm?” I asked. “Where you sleep. Someone get her a student ID. And maybe a map.” Before I could ask what a map was, we stepped outside again. And that’s when I felt it. Like a storm brushing my bones. A deep pulse in the air. My heart stopped making my breath seize. Across the courtyard, he leaned against a black beast with wheels. Tall. Golden-brown hair. Dark eyes like stars swallowed in ink. He was laughing with a girl, but his eyes—those eyes—tilted to me. I swayed. “Who’s that?” I asked softly. “Christian,” Mara said. “Don’t even try.” Too late. Everyone seemed to gravitate toward him, like moths to divine flame. But as his gaze met mine fully, the breeze picked up. My heart raced. "christian??" I repeated as my travelled far. "Is he the one?" I added Or the one who will destroy me??. “The prophecy didn’t say he’d be beautiful. It said I’d find the one who threatens the dark. And now I’ve seen his face… I don’t think I’m ready for this.”