Fated To The Caveman Alpha Prince

Tabitha

"You're taking too long! Ethan and Liam are going to miss the fun part of the night if we don't leave this minute!"

I heard my husband shout from the corridor, sounding just as impatient as our two little boys.

Tonight was a special night.

The night of the shooting stars.

We had been planning this for ages.

It was going to be Ethan and Liam's very first time seeing a shooting star, and they were just as excited as their dad.

I quickly picked up my purse, one hand resting on my heavy belly.

I was pregnant again, and every little movement felt like a workout.

When I walked out into the hallway, my husband stopped and stared at me in awe.

"What?" I laughed, adjusting my dress. "Is there something on my face?"

He smiled, his eyes soft. "No. You look stunning tonight, my love."

He walked up to me and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

I looked at him and took in what he was wearing a dark jeans and a simple shirt that somehow made him look even more handsome.

"You look good too, babe," I said, teasing.

He chuckled. "Not as stunning as you."

Just then, Ethan and Liam ran up, both of them pointing eagerly at their cheeks.

"I want a kiss too!" they cried in unison.

Laughing, my husband scooped them up, one in each arm, and I leaned forward to kiss both their cheeks.

We all grinned together, our little family buzzing with excitement, and headed toward the car.

I sat up front, settling into the seat, while my husband helped Ethan and Liam climb into the back.

He made sure their seatbelts were securely fastened before sliding into the driver's seat beside me.

With a smile, he started the engine and zoomed off into the night.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the venue.

The place was already crowded, families, couples, groups of friends are all gathered for the same beautiful sight.

My husband paid the entrance fee, and after buying some snacks for Ethan and Liam, we were allowed inside.

We found an open spot on the grassy field and sat down, making ourselves comfortable.

The air was filled with laughter, the smell of popcorn, and the excited whispers of people waiting for the show to begin.

Finally, the sky darkened, and the first shooting star streaked across the sky.

Everyone gasped, faces lit up in wonder.

Ethan and Liam squealed, pointing at the sky, their eyes wide with amazement.

"Mom, Dad! Look at it!" they echoed together.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Their faces glowed with amazement as they pointed up at the sparkling night sky.

We were even given little telescopes to view the stars up close.

It made everything feel even more magical.

Afterwards, we took lots of exciting pictures, capturing the laughter, the hugs, and the stars above us.

I smiled so much my cheeks hurt.

After a while, I excused myself to use the restroom I guess pregnancy life didn't stop for shooting stars.

My husband wanted to follow me, but I quickly shook my head.

"Stay with the kids," I said with a small smile. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

He hesitated, then nodded, turning back to Ethan and Liam, who were busy munching on their snacks.

I walked toward the restroom, easing my steps through the crowd.

After relieving myself, I washed my hands, adjusting my dress in the mirror before stepping out.

But the moment I walked outside, I stopped short.

A group of men stood there, blocking my path.

Before I could react, before I could even open my mouth to call for help, I felt a sharp sting in my arm.

I gasped, looking down in confusion.

Suddenly, my legs felt heavy.

Weak.

I stumbled, trying to move, but it was like my body no longer listened to me.

Rough hands grabbed me.

A cloth was pressed over my face, blocking my vision.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out.

In a blur of fear and darkness, I felt myself being dragged across the ground.

Then I was shoved into a black car at the back seat and the door slam shut behind me.

Someone climbed into the car and settled into the driver's seat.

I could hear him breathing heavily, then the sound of a phone dialing.

"We have her already," he said into the phone.

I strained to listen, my heart pounding so loud it nearly drowned out his voice.

From the way he answered with a short "Okay," I guessed the person on the other end gave him instructions.

The man hung up and started the car.

The engine roared to life, and the car sped off into the night.

Time dragged on.

The road felt endless, stretching longer and longer.

I lost all sense of where we were, every second feeding the fear twisting in my stomach.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the car jolted to a sudden stop.

The door beside me swung open.

Rough hands grabbed me again.

They yanked the cloth off my face, and I blinked against the harsh night air.

The world around me spun.

We were standing in the middle of nowhere.

Darkness stretched as far as my eyes could see, broken only by the outline of trees and a broken-down building in the distance.

The man who dragged me out of the car grabbed my arm roughly.

"Keep moving," he barked.

I stumbled forward, my legs still shaky, barely able to keep up.

We moved through the darkness, the only sounds were the crunch of gravel under our feet and the distant whisper of the wind.

Ahead, a large, abandoned warehouse loomed.

Its windows were broken, and the walls were worn with age.

It looked like no one had set foot there for years.

The man shoved the door open, and a loud creak echoed through the night.

Inside, the air was cold and smelled of rust and old wood.

Dim light from a single hanging bulb swung back and forth, casting long shadows across the room.

There, sitting on a dusty old couch, was a man.

His back was turned to me.

I stood frozen, my heart pounding so loudly it hurt.

Slowly, the man turned to face me.

"Welcome, Tabitha," he said, a cruel smile curling on his lips.