Chapter 4. The Alpha's Awakening
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The door shattered.
Splinters of wood flew through the air as a monstrous figure lunged into the cabin, its glowing red eyes locked onto Damian.
Elise barely had time to react before Damian was already moving.
With unnatural speed, he shoved her behind him and took a defensive stance. His body tensed, his golden eyes flashing as his muscles rippled with restrained power.
The creature that entered wasn’t human.
It stood on two legs but had the body of something twisted and monstrous—a mix between wolf and man, its massive claws curling into the wooden floor. A guttural growl rumbled from its throat, shaking the walls of the cabin.
More shadows shifted outside, figures moving too fast for Elise to track. They weren’t alone.
“Damian,” she whispered, clutching the back of his torn shirt. “What are those?”
He didn’t respond.
Instead, he let out a slow breath, rolling his shoulders like a predator about to strike.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered.
The creature lunged.
Damian moved so fast Elise barely saw it. One moment he was standing still, the next he had sidestepped, grabbing the beast mid-air and slamming it into the ground with brutal force.
A sickening c***k filled the room.
The beast let out a piercing howl, thrashing beneath Damian’s grip. But Damian didn’t hesitate—his fingers dug into its throat, his golden eyes burning with something Elise had never seen before.
Rage. Fury. Possession.
But before he could strike the killing blow, another figure crashed through the broken doorway.
Then another.
Three more.
Elise’s pulse thundered. There were too many.
Damian released the first creature and turned to face the others. He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders again. Then, something shifted in the air.
The temperature dropped.
A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest, so primal that it sent a chill racing down Elise’s spine.
And then—
Damian changed.
His body contorted, muscles expanding, bones cracking, his skin darkening as thick fur spread over his arms.
His eyes burned gold, glowing in the dim candlelight.
Elise gasped, her entire body freezing as she watched in stunned silence.
Damian wasn’t just strong.
He was one of them.
No—not just one of them.
Something more.
The moment his transformation completed, the creatures hesitated.
They recognized him.
Elise could see it in their twitching movements, their wary stances. Whatever Damian was, they feared him.
For a split second, the room was silent, save for the low growls vibrating in the air.
Then—
Damian attacked.
He was a blur of speed and violence, his massive claws tearing through flesh, his strength overwhelming. The first beast barely had time to react before Damian’s fangs sank into its throat, ripping through muscle and bone.
The second lunged, only for Damian to dodge with fluid grace, his claws slicing across its chest in a lethal arc.
Blood sprayed against the walls.
Elise couldn’t breathe.
She should be horrified.
But instead, she was captivated.
The way he moved—it was beautiful and terrifying all at once. A deadly dance of precision, instinct, and raw power.
It was over in minutes.
The last creature stumbled, its body heaving, before collapsing into a lifeless heap.
Damian stood in the center of the room, panting, his fur streaked with blood, his golden eyes still glowing.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, slowly, he turned toward Elise.
Her heart nearly stopped.
His gaze was different now—darker, hungrier. The raw power still vibrated off him, wrapping around her like something alive.
Elise took a step back.
“Damian?” she whispered, unsure if the man she knew was still there.
His expression remained unreadable. Then, with a sharp exhale, his form shuddered—his body shrinking, shifting, until he stood before her human once more.
The only evidence of what just happened was the gold in his eyes and the scent of blood in the air.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then—
“You shouldn’t have seen that,” Damian muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.
Elise swallowed. “But I did.”
His jaw tensed. “And now you know what I am.”
Silence stretched between them. Elise’s mind raced with a hundred questions, but one thought overpowered them all.
He wasn’t just any werewolf.
He was something else entirely.
A Lycan.
The thought sent another shiver down her spine. Lycans were stronger, faster, and more lethal than regular werewolves.
And Damian…
He wasn’t just any Lycan.
He was born to rule them.
Elise felt her knees weaken. What had she gotten herself into?
Before she could find the words, Damian suddenly stiffened. His head turned toward the open door, his gaze sharp.
“Elise,” he said lowly.
Her stomach twisted. “What?”
He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. His hands clenched into fists.
Then, he turned to her, his expression grave.
“We need to leave.”
Elise’s pulse quickened. “Why?”
Damian’s golden eyes burned into hers.
“Because they’re not done hunting me.”
A chill ran through her.
And for the first time, she realized…
She wasn’t just caught up in this.
She was part of it now.
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