Fated to my Saviour Alpha

The world seemed to slow, the air heavy with an ominous charge as Sophie's senses snapped to life. She struggled to make sense of what had just unfolded—one moment, the unnerving tension between her and Darius; the next, the shadowy figure crashing into their reality like an unspoken nightmare.

The room erupted in chaos.

Darius moved with a precision that was almost terrifying, his body a blur as he positioned himself between Sophie and the intruder. His growl—a low, guttural sound that reverberated through the air—sent a chill down her spine. It wasn't a sound a human could make, and the raw power behind it made her stomach churn with equal parts fear and fascination.

"Stay down," he barked over his shoulder. His voice, sharp and commanding, snapped her out of her frozen stupor.

But staying down wasn't in Sophie's nature.

Darius stood between her and the shadowy creature that had emerged, his form radiating an almost primal authority. His stance was poised yet loose, like a predator sizing up its prey. The intruder was monstrous—its silhouette shifting unnaturally in the dim light, as though it couldn't decide what shape it wanted to take.

The first strike came without warning.

The creature lunged with inhuman speed, its clawed hand slashing toward Darius's throat. He ducked, the movement so swift and fluid that it seemed almost rehearsed, and countered with a devastating uppercut that landed with a sickening crunch. The force sent the beast staggering back, but it didn't retreat. Instead, it let out a bone-chilling snarl, its jagged teeth bared.

Darius advanced, each step deliberate, his breathing steady. Sophie couldn't tear her eyes away, her mind a storm of fear and fascination. Every muscle in Darius's body moved with precision, his strength evident in the sheer power of his strikes. This wasn't just fighting—this was survival distilled into its rawest form.

The creature struck again, feinting low before slashing high. Its claws ripped through Darius's sleeve, leaving behind three jagged lines that seeped crimson. He didn't flinch. If anything, the sight of his own blood seemed to ignite something in him—a fire that burned brighter, hotter.

With a guttural growl, Darius closed the distance between them, grabbing the creature by the throat and slamming it against the wall. The impact sent books tumbling from their shelves, the sound echoing like thunder in the confined space.

"You think you can take her?" Darius snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "You'll have to go through me first."

The creature writhed, its claws digging into Darius's arm. The scent of iron filled the air as it drew blood, but Darius didn't let go. Instead, he tightened his grip, his biceps straining as he lifted the beast off the ground.

Sophie's breath caught as she watched, her chest tightening with an emotion she couldn't quite name. Fear? Awe? Both?

The creature let out a guttural cry, twisting its body in a way that shouldn't have been possible. It slipped free of Darius's grasp, dropping to the floor in a crouch before springing toward him like a coiled spring unleashed.

This time, it was Darius who stumbled. The beast slammed into him, driving him into the nearest bookshelf with a force that made the wood groan and splinter. He grunted, the air knocked from his lungs, but recovered quickly, planting his foot against the creature's chest and shoving it away.

The fight became a blur of movement—slashes and punches exchanged with brutal efficiency. The room was a cacophony of snarls, grunts, and the sound of breaking furniture. Sophie flinched every time a blow landed, the sheer ferocity of the battle unlike anything she'd ever seen.

At one point, the creature's claws caught Darius across the jaw, leaving a deep gash that bled freely. His head snapped to the side, but when he turned back to face his opponent, his expression was one of pure fury.

"You've made a mistake coming here," he growled, his voice a deadly promise.

He launched himself at the beast, tackling it to the ground. They rolled across the floor in a tangle of limbs, each struggling for dominance. Darius pinned the creature beneath him, his fists raining down like hammers, each strike accompanied by a sickening crunch.

But the creature wasn't done yet. It let out a deafening roar, its body twisting unnaturally as it threw Darius off. He hit the ground hard, sliding across the floor before slamming into the base of a bookshelf.

Sophie's hands flew to her mouth as the beast advanced on him, its claws raised for the killing blow.

"Darius!" she screamed, her voice breaking.

He moved just in time, rolling out of the way as the creature's claws came down, splintering the wood where his chest had been moments before. In a single fluid motion, he was back on his feet, his movements more animal than human now.

Sophie could see it—the beast within him fighting to break free. His eyes glowed brighter, his teeth bared in a snarl that mirrored the creature's. For a moment, it was hard to tell who was the predator and who was the prey.

With a roar that shook Sophie to her core, Darius charged. His shoulder collided with the creature's midsection, lifting it off the ground and slamming it into a table. The wood shattered beneath them, but Darius didn't let up. He grabbed the beast by the throat, his fingers digging into its flesh, and squeezed.

The creature thrashed, its claws tearing at his arms, but he didn't relent. His grip tightened, his knuckles white with the effort.

"You're done," he hissed through clenched teeth.

The beast let out one final, desperate snarl before its body began to convulse. Sophie watched in horror as it disintegrated before her eyes, turning to ash that swirled in the air before dissipating.

Darius staggered back, his chest heaving, his hands and arms covered in blood—both his own and the creature's. He turned to Sophie, his glowing eyes dimming slightly as he took her in.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of Darius's labored breathing.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice rough.

Sophie nodded numbly, her mind racing. She wanted to ask a hundred questions, to demand answers, but the words wouldn't come.

Darius seemed to sense her turmoil. "This is just the beginning," he said, his tone grim.

Before she could respond, a sound from outside the library caught their attention—a low, guttural growl that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through Sophie's veins.

Darius's eyes darkened. "They're not done."

Darius grabbed Sophie's wrist, his voice low and urgent. "No time to think—run." The chaos inside the library roared closer, shelves crashing and growls echoing like a storm of claws and fury. Sophie stumbled as he pulled her toward a hidden exit, her pulse hammering with a mix of fear and frustration.

They burst into the cool night, shadows of the dense forest swallowing them whole. Darius's head snapped to the side, his glowing eyes scanning for threats, but the growls were already too close.

Suddenly, a blur shot past them, and Darius spun, his body shielding Sophie. "Don't look back," he commanded, his voice a dangerous whisper. Then he dragged her forward, deeper into the woods, just as the darkness behind them exploded with sound.

A howl pier

ced the air, chilling Sophie to her core.