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The first thing Shane Sheng registered was the scream.
High, sharp, human, swallowed whole by the roar of the engine tearing itself apart.
One moment, he was slouched against the airplane window, gaze half-lidded as he stared at the endless blue stretching below him. He’d been halfway across the ocean, returning home from years studying abroad, sunlight gilding the edges of his pale fingers as they tapped idly against his phone. Summer break had finally come, and he’d been ready to step back onto familiar ground, ready to leave behind crowded lecture halls and foreign streets.
The next, the world twisted.
The plane shuddered like a wounded animal, a violent, bone-rattling convulsion that sent oxygen masks hissing down in unison. Overhead compartments burst open. Luggage clattered. A woman a few rows ahead shrieked, her voice fraying. The captain’s voice crackled over the speaker, urgent and strained, words dissolving into static — …unexpected weather system……turbulence beyond safe parameters……prepare for emergency…
Shane’s breath caught.
He was an A-level Alpha. He was used to staying calm, to maintaining composure, to the quiet, unshakable control that came with his second gender. But even the steadiest Alpha could not outrun the sky falling.
The plane plummeted.
One second. Two. Three.
His stomach lurched upward. His vision blurred. The world tilted, spun, shattered.
Then —
Impact.
White, blinding, cold.
Salt water flooded his lungs, burning, searing, stealing his breath in one savage gulp. He was drowning. The ocean dragged him downward, heavy and unforgiving, the taste of brine stinging his throat, his nose, his eyes. He thrashed, limbs numb, consciousness fraying at the edges.
Somewhere above, the plane broke apart. Debris rained down. Screams faded.
And then —
Nothing.
Darkness.
Silence.
When Shane woke, the first thing he felt was sand.
Coarse, warm, pressed against his cheek. The second thing was the sun, blazing down on his skin, leaving a faint, prickling burn. The third was the sound — waves, rolling in, soft and steady, the tide breathing against the shore.
He was alive.
He forced his eyes open, lashes fluttering, vision swimming. Blurred shapes gradually sharpened: a stretch of white sand, turquoise water stretching to the horizon, dense, lush greenery rising inland, thick and untouched. No plane wreckage. No other survivors. No sign of civilization whatsoever.
A deserted island.
Panic coiled tight in his chest, sharp and cold. He pushed himself up on shaking arms, coughing weakly, salt water still clinging to his throat. His clothes were soaked through, heavy and uncomfortable, sticking to his skin. His head throbbed. His body ached.
He was alone.
Lost.
Stranded.
Shane’s jaw tightened. He was not the type to break easily. He was proud, sharp-tongued, stubborn — a typical A-level Alpha who hated appearing weak, hated relying on others, hated being helpless. But right then, staring out at the endless, empty ocean, he felt a flicker of something dangerously close to despair.
That was when he heard it.
A soft, slow sound behind him.
Not waves. Not wind.
Something else.
Shane froze.
He turned slowly, every muscle in his body coiled tight, heart hammering against his ribs. His gaze snapped toward the treeline, toward the shadowed space between the trees —
And his breath caught in his throat.
It was a man.
No —
Not quite a man.
The creature stood half-emerged from the water at the shoreline, upper body bare, skin glistening with seawater, pale and luminous in the sunlight. Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, muscles defined with a quiet, lethal grace. Wet black hair fell over his forehead, casting his eyes in shadow. Below his waist, instead of legs, a tail stretched out — long, powerful, scales shimmering in shades of deep blue and black, iridescent, otherworldly.
A mermaid.
A real, living, breathing mermaid.
Shane’s brain short-circuited.
He’d heard tales, of course — old myths, legends, stories whispered in quiet corners. But he’d never believed them. Never imagined he would see something so impossible, so unreal, with his own two eyes.
The mermaid simply stood there, watching him.
Not hostile. Not curious.
Something else.
Something intense.
Something that made Shane’s skin prickle, his Alpha instincts stir uneasily. This was no ordinary creature. The quiet, unshakable power rolling off him was unmistakable — a presence so heavy, so dominating, it could only belong to an Alpha.
And not just any Alpha.
SSS-level.
The kind that appeared once in a century, the kind that made even strong Alphas bow without a fight.
Shane’s throat went dry.
He scrambled backward automatically, heart pounding, eyes wide. The movement seemed to amuse the mermaid. A low, quiet chuckle escaped him, rich and deep, echoing softly over the water.
“Easy,” the mermaid said.
His voice was like dark velvet, smooth and warm, edged with a faint, lazy drawl. It sent a strange, unexpected shiver down Shane’s spine.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
Shane stared.
He didn’t believe him. Not entirely. Not with that look in his eyes, dark and intense and unblinking, fixed firmly on Shane like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.
After a long, suffocating moment, Shane’s scattered wits slowly returned. He remembered the crash, the water, the darkness, the feeling of drowning. He remembered losing consciousness, certain he was going to die.
And then he’d woken up here — alive, on the shore, unharmed.
Not by chance.
“You…” Shane’s voice came out rough, hoarse, unsteady. He hated it. Hated sounding weak, vulnerable, flustered. He forced his jaw tighter, lifted his chin, stubborn pride flaring. “You… saved me.”
It wasn’t a question.
The mermaid’s lips curved into a slow, lazy smile.
“I did.”
Shane’s cheeks heated up despite himself. He was proud. He hated owing people. Hated being in someone else’s debt. But this creature had pulled him from the ocean, had kept him from drowning, had saved his life.
He couldn’t just ignore that.
He looked away, gaze darting toward the ocean, toward the trees, anywhere but those intense, watching eyes. His voice came out stiff, awkward, deliberately indifferent — the classic, stubborn pride he was known for.
“...Thanks,” he muttered, barely audible.
The mermaid’s smile widened.
He liked that.
Liked the stiff little thanks, liked the way the Alpha’s cheeks pinked faintly, liked the proud, stubborn set of his jaw, liked the way he tried so hard to act unaffected when he was clearly flustered.
He’d known, the second he’d pulled him from the waves.
One look.
One breath.
One touch.
Love at first sight.
A rare, dangerous, all-consuming thing.
The mermaid stepped closer, tail moving silently through the shallow water, his gaze never leaving Shane. His voice dropped, lower, warmer, edged with a quiet, possessive dominance.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said.
Shane glanced back at him, wary, confused.
“What?”
“I saved you,” the mermaid repeated, slow and deliberate. His eyes darkened, intense, unshakable. “That means you’re mine now.”
Shane’s eyes widened.
“What?” he repeated, disbelieving, voice rising. “What are you — you can’t just —”
“I can,” the mermaid said calmly, lazily, completely sure of himself. “You’re mine. Because I saved you. You stay here. With me. You don’t leave this island. You don’t go anywhere without me.”
Possessive.
Arrogant.
Unshakable.
And completely, utterly serious.
Shane’s jaw dropped.
He stared at the mermaid, at those dark, amused, deeply possessive eyes, at that shameless, self-satisfied smile, and felt his entire world short-circuit.
He’d survived a plane crash.
He’d woken up on a deserted island.
He’d met a real, living mermaid.
And now the mermaid was claiming him as his.
Like some kind of possession.
Like an object.
Shane’s Alpha pride flared.
He opened his mouth, ready to snap, to argue, to tell this absurdly overbearing mermaid exactly where he could put his ridiculous claim —
But the mermaid just looked at him, quiet and amused and utterly unyielding, and Shane’s words died in his throat.
Somewhere deep inside, beneath the anger, the confusion, the stubborn pride, a tiny, unfamiliar flutter stirred.
Strange.
Unwelcome.
Impossible.
But there.
The mermaid smiled.
He knew.
He could feel it.
This Alpha was his.
From the moment he’d pulled him from the sea.
From the first second he’d seen him.
Forever.
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