The Man Who should Not Exist
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CHAPTER 2:
“THE MAN WHO SHOULD NOT EXIST”
POV: Aria Vale (Female Lead)
OPENING HOOK
“He just called you mate.”
I said it before I could stop myself.
My voice was shaking.
Not from fear alone.
But from something worse.
Recognition.
CHAPTER CONTENT
The word hung in the air.
Mate.
It was not a normal word.
Not here.
Not in this world.
The man at my door didn’t react immediately.
But I saw it.
A small shift in his eyes.
Like something locked deep inside him had just been touched.
Elias stood between us.
Calm.
Too calm.
“I told you,” my son said softly. “He is my dad.”
My chest tightened.
“No,” I said quickly. “He is not.”
But even as I spoke, my voice felt weak.
Uncertain.
Because my body remembered him.
Even if my mind was trying to deny it.
The man finally spoke.
“I don’t have a mate.”
His voice was flat.
Controlled.
But something underneath it was unstable.
Broken.
I stepped forward slightly.
“Then why did you react when he touched you?”
Silence.
Elias answered instead.
“Because you remember me.”
The man turned sharply to him.
“Stop talking like that.”
But Elias did not move.
“You are lying,” Elias said simply. “Your body knows me.”
My breath stopped.
This was not normal.
No child speaks like this.
Not like this.
Not with certainty.
Not with power.
The man looked at me again.
Longer this time.
Like he was trying to pull something out of my face.
“I’ve never seen you before,” he said.
My throat tightened.
“You used to know me.”
“I don’t.”
The words came too fast.
Too defensive.
That told me more than anything.
He was lying.
Or forgetting.
Or both.
My hands shook.
“I don’t understand what is happening,” I whispered.
Elias turned to me.
“I do.”
Both of us looked at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He tilted his head.
“He is not the same.”
The man frowned.
“What are you talking about?”
Elias stepped closer.
“You are missing something inside you.”
The air changed instantly.
The man’s expression hardened.
“Enough.”
But Elias continued.
“You were hurt before. Someone broke you.”
My heart pounded.
“Elias, stop,” I said quickly.
But the man raised his hand.
“Let him speak.”
His voice was low now.
Careful.
Dangerous.
Elias looked at him directly.
“You were taken away from us.”
The man’s eyes narrowed.
“Us?”
Elias nodded.
“Me. And her.”
Silence again.
Heavy.
My skin went cold.
Because Elias was not guessing.
He was stating it like truth.
Like memory.
The man stepped closer to me now.
Slowly.
Carefully.
“Who are you?” he asked again.
My lips parted.
But no words came out.
Because something inside me was breaking.
I had spent six years burying this man.
Six years telling myself he never mattered.
But my body knew better.
And now he was here.
Standing in front of me.
Alive.
And not remembering me at all.
“I am Aria Vale,” I finally said.
His eyes flickered.
Just for a second.
Like the name hit something deep.
But it vanished quickly.
“I don’t know you,” he repeated.
My voice cracked.
“You used to.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
Elias stepped between us again.
“Yes.”
That single word changed everything.
The man looked down at him.
Long.
Unblinking.
Then suddenly—
He grabbed Elias’s wrist again.
Not hard this time.
But controlled.
Testing.
Elias did not flinch.
Instead, he looked up and said:
“You’re hurting yourself by forgetting.”
The man froze.
His grip loosened again.
His breathing changed.
Slow.
Heavy.
Like something inside him was fighting to surface.
Then he whispered something I almost missed.
“…That pain…”
I stepped forward.
“What pain?”
His eyes shifted to me again.
This time, softer.
Less controlled.
“I feel it when I look at him,” he said.
My heart stopped.
Elias nodded.
“Because you are my father.”
The man pulled his hand away immediately.
“No.”
Sharp.
Final.
But his voice shook slightly.
Just enough for me to notice.
I took a breath.
“Then explain this,” I said quietly.
He looked at me.
Waiting.
“Why does my son know you? Why does he recognize you when you don’t?”
Silence.
“I don’t know,” he said.
But he did not sound honest.
Not fully.
A new voice broke in.
Cold.
Sharp.
“Because he is not supposed to exist.”
We all turned.
A man stood further back.
Dressed in dark clothing.
Watching us carefully.
The air changed instantly.
Tension rose.
Danger entered the space like poison.
The man at the door reacted first.
His eyes narrowed.
“Lucien.”
The stranger smiled slightly.
“So you still remember me.”
I stepped back slightly.
“Who is this?” I asked.
The man beside me answered without looking at me.
“A problem.”
Lucien stepped closer.
His eyes moved to Elias.
Slowly.
Like he was studying something valuable.
“So this is the child,” he said softly.
Elias tilted his head.
“I don’t like him.”
Lucien smiled wider.
“Good. That means I’m right.”
My stomach dropped.
“What do you want?” I asked sharply.
He looked at me now.
“You already know.”
I didn’t.
But I was afraid I did.
The man beside me moved slightly.
Protective.
Without thinking.
Lucien noticed.
“Oh,” he said lightly. “So you feel it too.”
The man didn’t respond.
But his jaw tightened.
Lucien continued.
“This child carries something rare.”
Elias frowned.
“I carry nothing.”
Lucien laughed softly.
“That’s where you are wrong.”
Silence.
Then he added:
“He carries a bloodline that was erased.”
My breath stopped.
Erased.
That word again.
The man beside me finally spoke.
“Leave.”
Lucien smiled.
“Or what?”
A pause.
Then—
“You will kill me? Again?”
That sentence hit like lightning.
Again.
My head turned instantly.
“What does he mean?” I asked.
The man didn’t answer.
But his eyes darkened.
Lucien sighed.
“This is why you are dangerous, Kael,” he said calmly. “You forget too easily.”
Kael.
The name hit me.
Hard.
That was his real name.
Not the one he gave me.
Not the one I was told.
Elias suddenly stepped forward.
“You’re lying,” he said to Lucien.
Lucien looked amused.
“I never lie to children.”
Elias’s eyes narrowed.
“You are scared of me.”
Lucien’s smile faded slightly.
Just slightly.
And then—
Elias did something none of us expected.
He raised his hand.
The air shifted instantly.
Pressure dropped.
Something invisible moved around him.
Lucien stepped back half a step.
The first real reaction he had shown.
Kael grabbed Elias immediately.
“Stop,” he said sharply.
Elias looked at him.
Calm.
“I didn’t do anything.”
But Kael was staring at his hand like he was seeing something impossible.
Lucien smiled again.
“Now you see it.”
Kael’s voice dropped.
“What is he?”
Lucien leaned forward slightly.
“Your son.”
Silence.
Then—
“He is what happens when a broken Alpha bloodline meets a forgotten mate.”
My world tilted.
Kael turned slowly to me.
His eyes were different now.
Not empty.
Not confused.
But disturbed.
Like something inside him was cracking open.
“You are lying,” he said to Lucien.
But Lucien only smiled.
“No,” he said. “You are just late.”
Elias looked up at Kael.
Softly.
“You are remembering now.”
Kael did not answer.
But his hand shook.
Just slightly.
And then it happened.
Kael suddenly grabbed his head.
Pain crossed his face.
His knees almost weakened.
Flash of memory.
Blood.
A voice.
A promise.
A woman crying.
My voice.
He looked at me suddenly.
And whispered like it hurt to say it:
“…Aria?”
My heart stopped.
He remembered.
Just a piece.
But enough.
Lucien stepped back slowly.
“Good,” he said quietly. “It has begun.”
Then he turned away.
Before leaving, he said one final line:
“Now let’s see if he remembers everything before the hunters arrive.”
Kael looked at me again.
This time fully.
Not em
pty anymore.
But terrified.
Because behind us—
Something far worse was approaching.
And Elias whispered:
“They are here.”
CLIFFHANGER
A loud crash echoed from outside.
Kael pulled me behind him instantly.
Elias stood still.
Too still.
And in a calm voice, he said:
“I think they came for me… like before.”
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