Missing alpha
I was found in the forest as a baby, swaddled in shadows and dew, my cries carried by the wind to the ears of a kindhearted couple. They named me (you), though I never knew my true origins. They raised me as their own, teaching me how to laugh, how to run barefoot through the grass, and how to care for others. Life was peaceful, yet mysterious—especially because of the strange crescent-shaped mark that would appear on my palm from time to time, shimmering faintly before vanishing without a trace. At five, I began to notice the whispers of the wind and the rustle of the trees weren’t always ordinary—they seemed alive, almost calling me.
About Missing alpha
I was found in the forest as a baby, swaddled in shadows and dew, my cries carried by the wind to the ears of a kindhearted couple. They named me (you), though I never knew my true origins. They raised me as their own, teaching me how to laugh, how to run barefoot through the grass, and how to care for others. Life was peaceful, yet mysterious—e...Read more