The stranger with silver eyes
871 Words
Aisha’s eyes fluttered open, heavy and blurred.
The warmth surrounding her was unlike anything she had felt in hours—or maybe even days.
She blinked slowly, trying to make sense of her surroundings.
Soft blankets were tucked around her, cocooning her completely, and the faint crackle of a fire filled the room with a comforting rhythm.
The storm outside had faded to a muffled whisper against the cabin walls, and the air smelled of pine, smoke, and something faintly earthy that made her chest tighten.
She tried to move, but every muscle ached. The cold from the forest had seeped into her bones, leaving her exhausted and weak.
She shivered slightly, but the warmth of the blankets and the fire was enough to keep her from trembling uncontrollably.
Her gaze shifted across the room, and that’s when she saw him.
He was sitting near the fire, tall and broad-shouldered, every line of his posture radiating strength and control.
The shadows of the cabin flickered across his sharp features, but what struck her most—and made her heart stutter—were his eyes.
Silver.
Bright, piercing silver eyes that seemed to see her, and somehow through her, all at once.
She froze, unable to look away. There was something about his presence that made the air thick, almost heavy.
She felt small, fragile, exposed, as if a single glance from him could unravel every thought in her mind.
The firelight danced over his chiseled features, but it was the intensity in those silver eyes that held her captive.
He shifted slightly, and Aisha felt it before she understood it. A pull—sharp, undeniable, almost magnetic.
Her chest constricted, her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what it was, only that it was overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
The man’s hand flexed at his side, and a low rumble escaped his throat, almost involuntarily.
His silver eyes widened slightly, betraying a surprise he quickly tried to mask with a stern, commanding expression.
“Impossible,” he murmured, almost to himself, his voice a deep vibration that seemed to echo in her very bones.
Aisha’s mind spun. She could feel something in the room—some force she couldn’t name, couldn’t understand—but it pulled at her, like a tide she had no control over.
Her pulse raced, her thoughts jumbled. He was watching her, yet she felt as if he could feel every beat of her heart, every tremor of fear and exhaustion.
She wanted to speak, to ask who he was, why he was here, how he had found her—but her throat constricted, and no sound came out.
Instead, she simply stared, caught in the gravity of his presence.
And he noticed.
The man—the Alpha—leaned forward slightly, silver eyes narrowing as he studied her. His breath was steady, controlled, but she could sense the tension coiling in his muscles, the battle between restraint and something far deeper, far more primal.
His expression softened, just enough that she could sense the care beneath the overwhelming power.
He didn’t move closer, yet the energy in the room pressed in on her, almost tangible.
“You… you’re mine,” he whispered, the words low and almost reluctant, though they were filled with undeniable certainty.
Aisha blinked, confused, her mind whirling. She felt the pull, yes, but she didn’t understand what it meant.
The sensation was intense—magnetic, binding, frightening—but it was also terrifyingly alluring. She wanted to run, to escape, yet every instinct in her body told her to stay.
The Alpha’s silver eyes never left her, and in that gaze, she sensed something raw, powerful, and dangerous—something that could protect her, or destroy her.
And though she didn’t understand it, she knew one truth that made her stomach clench and her heart pound: whatever this was, it was far beyond anything she had ever experienced.
She wrapped the blankets tighter around her trembling body, not entirely from cold but from the surge of emotions she couldn’t name.
Fear.
Confusion.
Awe.
And beneath it all, a strange, instinctual pull toward the man with the silver eyes—the stranger who had rescued her, and somehow, already claimed a piece of her without a word.
The Alpha leaned back slightly, his jaw tightening as if restraining the full force of his reaction.
He had never encountered a mate like this—so strong, so vulnerable, so utterly compelling—and the realization sent a thrill and a warning through him simultaneously.
Aisha could feel it too, though she didn’t understand.
A connection, fierce and immediate, thrumming in her veins.
A silent acknowledgment of something dangerous, something inevitable.
Neither spoke for long moments.
The fire crackled, the storm outside remained distant, and in the space between them, the pull between them grew, electric and undeniable.
For the first time in her life, Aisha realized that this stranger—this Alpha—was not just someone who had rescued her from the snow.
He was something else entirely. Something she could feel in the marrow of her bones.
And even without understanding it, she knew her life would never be the same.
- Writer
