Alpha’s Tormented Seductress

Liam’s eyes flew open at the sound of banging on his door. Pulling himself out of a restless sleep, he stumbled towards the source of the commotion. The knocking continued, growing louder and more urgent with each passing second. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he finally pulled open the door to find Tiffany and Ryan standing there, their faces etched with worry.

“Tiffany? Ryan?” Liam croaked, his voice still thick with sleep. “What’s going on?”

Tiffany pushed past him, her eyes darting around the room as if expecting someone to jump out at her. “Liam, Alyssa’s gone,” she said, her voice laced with panic.

Liam’s heart thudded in his chest as her words sunk in. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Alyssa, his closest friend, couldn’t have just vanished. Surely there had to be some kind of mistake.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Liam stammered, his brain struggling to catch up with the sudden turn of events. “I saw her earlier today.”

Tiffany’s eyes narrowed, her voice tinged with frustration. “I know you did, Liam. But when I came back from work, her side of the room was cleared out. It’s like she was never even here.”

Ryan interjected, his voice calm but filled with concern. “She must have left while you were sleeping, Liam. We couldn’t find any trace of her.”

Liam’s mind raced as he tried to process the information. Thoughts of Alyssa’s safety consumed him. What if something had happened to her? What if she was in trouble, and he was the one who should have been there for her?

Without a word, Liam dashed towards Alyssa’s room, Tiffany and Ryan close behind. He flung open the door and froze at the sight that greeted him. The room was empty, devoid of any signs of Alyssa’s presence. The bed, once neatly made, was now a chaotic mess, as if someone had torn it apart in a frenzy.

Panic washed over him, and he immediately began blaming himself for her departure. Should he have noticed something? Should he have been there for her when she needed him? Was he such a terrible friend that she felt she had to run away?

Tears welled up in his eyes as he sank to his knees, his voice choked with emotion. “Alyssa, where are you? Please, come back to us.”

Tiffany knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Liam, this is not your fault,” she said softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. “We don’t know why she left or what she’s going through. Blaming yourself won’t help.”

Liam looked up at her, his eyes red and filled with anguish. “But I promised her I would protect her,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “And now she’s gone.”

Tiffany’s grip tightened, her voice filled with determination. “We’ll find her, Liam. We won’t stop until we do. But right now, we need to focus on staying calm and finding out what happened.”

Liam nodded, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure. “You’re right, Tiffany. We need to figure this out.”

Without wasting another moment, Liam rallied his men. Word spread like wildfire through the palace, and soon everyone was in a state of uproar. The servants searched every corner, every room, every inch of the palace grounds. But there was no sign of Alyssa.

Hours turned into an agonizing eternity as the search continued. Liam’s anxiety grew with each passing second, his mind filling with worst-case scenarios. Was she hurt? Was she alone? Images of Alyssa’s smiling face haunted him, fueling his determination to bring her back.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally, his men returned, their faces etched with exhaustion and disappointment. “We’re sorry, Your Highness,” one of them said, his voice heavy with regret. “We searched everywhere, but we couldn’t find her.”

Liam’s heart sank, a feeling of helplessness washing over him. How could someone just disappear like that, without a trace? He refused to accept that Alyssa was gone forever. She had become more than just a friend to him; she was family.

Determined to leave no stone unturned, Liam called for a meeting with his most trusted advisors. They would need to gather every piece of information they could find, exhaust every lead, and follow every possible clue.

Alyssa had managed to elude the soldiers who were relentlessly searching for her. With a heart pounding in her chest, she slips away unnoticed, leaving Venice behind her. She didn’t have a destination in mind, but she knew she had to keep pushing forward. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t far enough from what she’d left behind.

Days turned into nights, and still, she pressed on. Weariness tugged at her, but she couldn’t afford to stop. The endless expanse of fields stretched out before her, each step taking her further away from the life she once knew. She had to make herself disappear, hide masterfully under the very noses of those who sought her.

It was during her journey that she stumbled upon a humble caravan led by an older man, his wife heavy with child. With desperation lighting her eyes, Alyssa approaches them, offering to lend a hand in exchange for their protection and companionship. The couple, their faces etched with both suspicion and kindness, accepts her offer without hesitation.

As they slowly amble towards another region, each day blending into the next, Alyssa finds solace in the rhythm of their journey. The pregnant woman, named Elena, becomes her closest confidante. Their conversations flow as easily as the wind through the fields, sharing stories of their past, their hopes, and their fears.

Alyssa, desperate to keep her true identity veiled, reveals only fragments of her life. She shares tales of travel, exciting encounters, and unexpected friendships, weaving a web of half-truths that serve as her shield. Though she longs for the solace of honesty, she knows that revealing her connection to the palace and her intentions would place her in unimaginable danger.

One evening, as darkness blankets the world and the caravan comes to a temporary rest, the sounds of approaching horses reach their ears. Panic dances in Alyssa’s eyes as she recognizes the familiar clatter of armored soldiers. Her heart races, hands trembling, as she clings to the hope of remaining hidden.

With practiced ease, she takes her place beside Elena, the guise of a helpful companion slipping over her like a cloak. The soldiers halt the wagon, their hardened faces masked by flickering torchlight.

“What business do you have on this road?” growls a man dressed in a captain’s uniform, his voice like gravel underfoot.

The old man, his tone laced with fear and defiance, responds, “We are simple travelers, sir. Harmless folk with no quarrel to settle.”

Alyssa, her senses on high alert, keeps her head low, praying that her discomfort won’t give her away. Her disguise hangs by a thread as the captain narrows his eyes and scans the caravan.

“And what about her?” the captain asks, his gaze lingering on Alyssa’s trembling form. “Who is she?”

Elena, a wellspring of compassion and quick wit, steps forward, her voice full of gentleness tinged with urgency. “She is my sister, sir. She’s been ill with a fever these past few days. We couldn’t leave her behind. We fear she may not make it if we traveled separately.”

The captain’s cold gaze softens for a fleeting moment. “Very well,” he grumbles. “But don’t think we won’t be watching.”

And with that, the soldiers retreat into the night, their presence a mere shadow of a threat. Relief washes over the caravan, mingling with the scent of hay and the sound of tired sighs.

Alyssa, her breath caught in her chest, feels a familiar dizziness sway through her. The weight of her secret and the strain of maintaining this charade have caught up to her. Darkness closes in on the edges of her vision, consuming her until the world surrenders to the void.