Just for the Alpha

Episode 4

Morning sunlight poured through the window, warm and golden. Sarah stood by the balcony, her fingers tracing the edge of the railing as the wind brushed her hair.

Below, the Silvercrest wolves trained on the field. Their laughter drifted upward, mixed with the steady rhythm of running feet and clashing sticks.

It was strange how quickly she had gotten used to the sound.

For the first time in months, it didn’t hurt to breathe.

“Thinking again?” Mira’s voice came from behind her.

Sarah turned with a small smile. “Always.”

The healer set a tray down on the table – eggs, fruit, and tea. “Alpha Damian said you should eat more if you plan to start training next week.”

Sarah blinked. “He… said that?”

Mira nodded, smiling knowingly. “He sees something in you, you know. Not pity, promise.”

Sarah laughed softly, shaking her head. “He doesn’t even know me.”

“Maybe not,” Mira said, “but sometimes, Alphas don’t need to. They can feel it.”

Sarah looked back at the field, where Damian was sparring with two of his warriors.

His movements were sharp, controlled, powerful — but what caught her attention wasn’t his strength.

It was his calm. He didn’t fight to dominate. He fought to guide.

For a moment, their eyes met across the distance.

And just like that, her heart skipped.

That afternoon, Sarah joined the warriors for observation. She didn’t speak much; she just watched and learned.

Cole, the Beta who had once called her a rogue — was leading the drills.

When he noticed her standing near the fence, he called out, “Sarah! here! If you’re going to watch, you might as well learn.”

Some of the wolves chuckled. Sarah lifted her chin. “Then teach me.”

The laughter stopped. Cole raised an eyebrow. “You sure you wanna do this?”

“I am.”

A grin tugged at his lips. “All right then, Luna-to-be.”bowing his head with a smile.

Sarah froze. “ Please don't call me that.”

“Why not?” he teased. “Everyone sees how the Alpha looks at you. He hardly looks at shewolves like that around her. Well, he doesn't have the time for them”

Her cheeks burned. “He’s just… kind.”

“Kind?” Cole smirked. “That’s what they all say before they fall for the Alpha.”

Before she could answer, Damian’s voice cut across the field. “Cole.”

The Beta straightened instantly. Damian walked toward them, his dark gaze sweeping over the group before resting on Sarah.

“If you’re going to teach,” he said, “do it properly. She’s not a plaything.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Cole murmured.

Damian turned to Sarah. “You want to learn?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

“Then train with me.” he said, stretching out his hand to Sarah.

Everyone fell silent. The Alpha training an outsider? It was unheard of.

But Damian didn’t seem to care about whispers. He handed her a wooden staff and stepped back.

“Show me what you know,” he said.

Sarah hesitated, gripping the weapon. “I… I’ve never trained like this before.”

“Then today’s a good day to start.”

Their first few exchanges were clumsy. Sarah’s arms trembled, her steps unsure.

But Damian didn’t mock her, he corrected her gently, guiding her stance, showing her how to breathe, when to strike, when to defend.

“Focus on your balance,” he said, moving behind her to adjust her shoulders. For a minute everything seemed to stop around them.

His hands ran through her waist. She managed to look at him and for a moment they stared at each other like they were reading each other's thoughts.

“Strength comes from the core, not anger.”

His voice was low, calm. Too calm.

And when his hand brushed her arm, her pulse jumped.

She tried again, this time stronger, faster. The staff hit his with a loud crack, and for a moment, their eyes met again.

There was something in his gaze — not pity, not command, something she hadn’t seen since before her rejection.

Respect.

When training ended, the others drifted away, whispering about the strange bond forming between the Alpha and the rescued wolf.

Damian handed her a flask of water. “You did well.”

Sarah took it, catching her breath. “You were holding back.”

He gave a faint smile. “Maybe a little.”

She looked down. “Thank you… for giving me a chance.”

He studied her quietly. “Everyone deserves one.”

Later that night, she couldn’t sleep.

The moon hung low and silver outside her window, its glow soft against the trees.

Sarah wrapped a blanket around herself and stepped onto the balcony.

The forest whispered below — a sound that once meant danger now felt like home.

But something else stirred in the shadows. A feeling. A presence.

Her wolf stirred inside her chest, uneasy.

Then, faintly, she heard it — a howl in the distance.

Low. Familiar.

Her blood ran cold.

That wasn’t a Silvercrest howl.

It was Whitemoon.

Nova’s pack.

But who will dare? No one is allowed to cross into other park territory

without permission.

Sarah, overwhelmed by fear, couldn't breathe. Could Nova have chased her down here?

Or has Lydia come to finish her off totally? She thought to herself.

She tried to pull herself together.

Should I continue running? Will I be the cause of the war between Silvercrest and

Whitemoon pack ?

But here feels like home to me. Damian makes me feel alive and loved.

She thought to herself as she walked restlessly and looking at the woods near the mountains.

Then came the howl again. Louder, familiar.

And this time, it was getting closer.

The past she thought she left behind was already crossing into Silvercrest. And this time, it was coming for her.