The Alpha's Choice: A Forbidden Romance

chapter # One ( Wrong Step )

I fumbled with the keys as I approached the door of my mansion. It was past midnight and I knew I was in trouble. I had lost track of time at the party and forgot to call my step dad but who cares I known it could be more beneficial for me. He was always strict and harsh with me, unlike my real dad who died when I was young.

I opened the door and stepped inside, hoping to sneak into my room unnoticed. But as soon as I closed the door behind me, I heard his voice.

"Where have you been?" he shouted, standing in the hallway with a furious expression. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

I tried to apologize, but he cut me off. "Don't give me any excuses. You are grounded for two days. No meals, no phone, no TV, nothing. And if you ever do this again, I swear I will send you to a foster home. Do you hear me?"

He grabbed my arm and dragged me to my room, locking the door behind him. I felt tears sting my eyes as I collapsed on my bed. I hated him so much. He was not my dad. He was just a cruel man who married my mom for her money and treated me like dirt. I wished I could run away from him and this miserable life.

I lay awake in the dark, listening to the silence of the mansion. I felt a surge of anger and sadness as I thought about my mom. She was the only person who loved me and cared for me. She died in a car accident two years ago, leaving me alone with my step dad and his family. They never accepted me as one of them. They treated me like an outsider, a burden, a nuisance.

I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to stay here anymore. I didn't want to live here, where I was unwanted and unloved. I wanted to escape, to find a new life, a new family, a new home.

I decided to run away. I got up from my bed and packed a small bag with some clothes and money. I unlocked the window and climbed out, dropping to the ground. I looked back at the mansion, feeling a mix of fear and relief. I was leaving behind everything I knew, but I was also leaving behind everything I hated.

I ran into the night, hoping to find a better future, and this is how I runaway from all of my problems. I ran for hours, until I reached the bus station. I bought a ticket to the nearest city, hoping to find a shelter or a friend there. I boarded the bus and sat in the back, clutching my bag. I looked out the window and saw the sun rising, casting a golden light over the horizon.

I felt a pang of nostalgia as I remembered my father. He was a kind and generous man, who built this mansion with his hard work and love. He gave me everything I ever wanted, and taught me how to be brave and honest. He was my hero, my role model, my best friend.

But he was gone, and so was his house. It was taken over by my step dad, who turned it into a prison for me. He ruined everything, he destroyed my happiness, he made me miserable. He was my enemy, my tormentor, my nightmare.

I decided to forget him, and everything else that happened in that cursed mansion. I threw all my bad memories away, and focused on the future. I was free, I was alive, I was hopeful.

I smiled as the bus drove away, leaving behind the past and this is how I get myself from one hell and throw myself into another hell..

In our life phase there is only one hursh phase and second would be peaceful but in my case I have both same.

Leaving from home was not easy but finding another was difficult. I never thought it could happened with me.

The bus hissed to a stop, its doors folding open with a mechanical sigh. I stepped down onto the curb, my gaze immediately drawn upwards. Towering above was a skyscraper, its glass facade reflecting the city's pulse. It was here, in this steel colossus, that my cousin Vinny's apartment nestled among the clouds.

I could almost picture her inside, her laughter echoing off the walls, a beacon of familiarity in this alien grid of streets. The bus driver's voice jolted me from my reverie, "Hayyee girl, hurry!" I nodded, my feet carrying me across the threshold of the building.

The lobby was a cavern of marble and echoes, the receptionist a lone figure behind her desk. "Vinny," I said, offering the full name like a password to a secret realm. But the words that came were a plot twist I hadn't anticipated. "She's gone to an outdoor party," the receptionist informed me, her voice indifferent to the drama unfolding. "And her house is locked."

A sense of abandonment washed over me. The skyscraper, once a symbol of refuge, now loomed as an impenetrable fortress. Vinny, the cousin I had counted on, was a ghost beyond my reach.

The thirst clawed at my throat, a reminder of the long journey and the shock that awaited in the lobby. I stepped outside, the city's nocturnal heartbeat pulsing around me. The night air was a mix of exhaust and the distant echo of life in the metropolis. I made my way to the nearest shop, the neon sign a beacon in the midnight haze.

As I approached, the screech of tires broke the monotony of the night. Two black cars, shadows within shadows, were locked in a high-speed chase. They danced a dangerous ballet, weaving through the empty streets with reckless abandon. My heart raced, the thirst forgotten, replaced by a surge of adrenaline.

Then, in a moment as brief as a gasp, metal twisted upon metal, a symphony of destruction. The cars collided, the sound reverberating off the buildings, a stark contrast to the silence that followed. I ran towards the wreckage, fear and concern etching a map of worry on my face.

There, amidst the tangle of steel, was Vinny. Her hands still gripped the steering wheel, her eyes wide with the shock of impact. She was almost in deadly shock, I called out her name, my voice barely a whisper against the chaos. She turned, recognition dawning, and in that instant, the strange city transformed. It was no longer a place of isolation but a stage for an unexpected reunion, dramatic and intense, under the watchful eyes of the midnight stars.

As I tired to get closer, I heard a noise which was coming from another car. The night held its breath as I edged closer to the wreckage, the sharp tang of spilled gasoline mingling with the dust hanging in the air. Suddenly, a noise cut through the silence, a metallic click from the shadows beyond Vinny's crumpled car. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, my attention snapping to the source.

There, illuminated by the flickering streetlight, was a young man, no more than 22, emerging from another vehicle. His features were chiseled, almost too perfect, like a figure carved from the night itself. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. The chaos around us faded into a blur, the only clear thing was his piercing gaze.

"YOU !..." he called out, his voice calm, commanding and surprised.

Panic surged within me, a tide of confusion and fear. But before I could respond, before I could process the surreal tableau, he moved. With a grace that belied the violence of the crash, he stepped out of the car, unscathed, not a single scratch marring his appearance.

I turned back to Vinny's car, my mind a whirlwind of questions. Who was this enigmatic stranger? How had he emerged from the chaos unharmed? The night air was thick with the unknown, each shadow a secret, each silence a story untold. As I reached Vinny's side, the stranger's presence lingered in my mind, a mystery wrapped in the night's embrace.