MATED TO MY ALPHA MATE
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city. Diva sat by her window, her thoughts tangled in the cryptic letter from earlier. No matter how many times she read the words in her mind, they refused to make sense.
"Your truth is closer than you think. But if you dig too deep, it might just bury you."
The phrase felt like a riddle, one with stakes too high to ignore. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Whoever was behind this had just made things personal.
A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts.
"Come in," she called, trying to keep her voice steady.
Jason poked his head in, his expression a mix of worry and curiosity. "Dinner's ready, but I thought I'd check on you first. You've been locked in here all evening."
Diva forced a smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm fine. Just... thinking."
Jason stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Thinking, or overthinking?"
She sighed, rubbing her temples. "It's complicated."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Diva, you know you can tell me anything, right? Whatever's going on, you don't have to deal with it alone."
For a moment, she considered spilling everything—the phone calls, the letter, the eerie feeling that someone was always watching her. But something held her back. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jason; she just didn't want to drag him into something that could be dangerous.
"I appreciate it, Jason," she said finally. "But this is something I need to figure out on my own."
He studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. But if you change your mind, I'm here."
As soon as he left, her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat as she snatched it up, half-expecting another unknown number.
But it wasn't a call. It was a text.
"Meet me at the corner of Fifth and Main. Midnight. Come alone. – A friend."
Her chest tightened. A friend? Who in their right mind would send something so cryptic and expect her to show up in the middle of the night?
Diva's first instinct was to ignore it, but curiosity gnawed at her. What if this "friend" had answers?
She stared at the clock. It was barely 9 PM. She had three hours to decide if she was going to take the risk.
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By the time midnight rolled around, Diva found herself standing at the edge of Fifth and Main, her hood pulled up to hide her face. The street was eerily quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a haunting stillness.
Her phone buzzed again.
"Turn around."
She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, she turned, her eyes scanning the shadows.
A figure stepped out from the darkness, cloaked in black. They moved with a confidence that made her stomach churn.
"You got my message," the figure said, their voice muffled.
"Who are you?" Diva demanded, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound bold.
The figure chuckled, a low, unsettling sound. "Someone who knows more about your situation than you do."
"That's not an answer," she snapped, taking a step back.
"Careful, Diva," the figure warned. "You're playing a game you don't understand. But I can help you—if you're willing to listen."
She crossed her arms, trying to mask her fear with defiance. "Why should I trust you?"
"You don't have to," they said simply. "But you don't have many options, do you?"
Diva's mind raced. The figure was right. She was in over her head, and every lead so far had only added to the mystery.
"What do you want from me?" she asked.
"Nothing," they said. "I want to give you something instead."
Before she could respond, they reached into their coat and pulled out a small, leather-bound journal. They held it out to her, and after a moment's hesitation, she took it.
"What is this?" she asked, flipping through the pages.
"Answers," the figure said cryptically. "But be careful. Some truths are more dangerous than lies."
Before she could ask anything else, the figure melted back into the shadows, leaving her alone under the flickering streetlight.
Diva clutched the journal tightly, her mind swirling with questions.
Who was that? What was in this journal?
And most importantly, what had she just gotten herself into?
To be continued.....