Chapter 4- THE ROGUE ALPHA
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The stranger didn’t speak as we walked through the forest. He moved confidently between the trees like someone who knew the land well. His steps were quiet, controlled, barely disturbing the fallen leaves beneath his boots.
I followed a few paces behind him, still trying to calm my racing heart.The fight with the rogues replayed in my mind, the speed, the strength, the effortless way he had taken them down.
He wasn’t just strong, he was terrifyingly skilled which made one question circle endlessly in my mind.
Who exactly was he?
The forest around us grew thicker as we walked deeper into the darkness. The moonlight struggled to break through the dense branches overhead, leaving only faint silver patches on the ground. After nearly twenty minutes of walking, exhaustion began creeping back into my body.
My legs felt heavy and my chest still throbbed from the rejection bond.
I stumbled slightly over a tree root, the stranger immediately stopped.
“You’re slowing down.” I straightened quickly, embarrassed.
“I’m fine.” He glanced back at me, clearly unconvinced.
“You’re injured.”
“I can still walk.” His silver eyes studied me for a moment before he continued moving forward again, though his pace slowed slightly. We walked in silence for another few minutes.
Eventually curiosity got the better of me.
“You still haven’t told me your name.” He didn’t respond right away.
For a moment, I thought he might ignore the question entirely.
Then he said calmly, “Darian.” The name felt unfamiliar.
“I’m Lyra.”
“I know.” I blinked in surprise.
“You do?”
“You said your name during the ceremony.” My stomach tightened.
Right, the ceremony, the humiliation, the rejection. I quickly looked away, wishing I hadn’t brought it up.
“Sorry you had to see that,” I muttered quietly.
Darian stopped walking and turned toward me, slowly. There was no mockery in his expression, no pity either.
“Does it hurt?” he asked. “The rejection bond.”
I nodded. Admitting weakness felt dangerous because lying felt pointless.
“Yes.” The word came out softer than I intended. Darian nodded slightly, as if he had expected that answer.
“It will fade eventually.”
“How long?”
“Days. Maybe weeks.” My shoulders sagged slightly.
“That bad?”
“For a bond that strong?” he said. “Yes.” We stood there in silence for a moment. Then Darian turned again and continued walking.
“Come on.” I followed him again, though my mind felt even heavier than before.
Eventually the forest began to change. The thick trees slowly opened into a wide clearing.
Small wooden cabins stood scattered around a large fire pit in the center.
Several wolves sat around the fire, talking quietly.
The moment they noticed Darian, the entire group stood up.
Their eyes immediately shifted toward me. Suspicion filled the air.
“Alpha,” one of them said respectfully.
Alpha?The word made my heart skip. I looked at Darian in shock. He didn’t react to the title.
Didn’t correct it either. Which meant,
“You’re their Alpha?” I whispered. Darian finally glanced back at me.
“Yes.” My stomach dropped. A rogue Alpha, I had heard stories about them. Powerful wolves who led rogue groups outside traditional pack laws. They were said to be dangerous and unpredictable and right now, I was standing inside their camp.
The wolves around the fire were studying me carefully. Some looked curious, others looked openly hostile.
“Who’s she?” one of them asked. Darian stepped forward calmly.
“She’s under my protection.” The statement immediately changed the atmosphere.No one argued, no one questioned him but the tension remained. A tall woman with braided dark hair approached us, crossing her arms.
“She smells like a pack wolf.”
“I noticed,” Darian replied. Her sharp eyes moved toward me.
“Why is she here?” Darian answered simply.
“She was attacked by rogues.” A few wolves exchanged glances.
“That’s not unusual,” someone muttered.
“She was recently rejected,” Darian added. The entire group went silent then suddenly their expressions changed. Some looked surprised and others looked sympathetic.
The woman with the braids sighed. “Rough night.”
“You could say that,” I murmured. Darian gestured toward one of the cabins.
“She’ll stay here tonight.” The woman raised an eyebrow.
“In your cabin?”
“Yes.”
A few wolves chuckled quietly. Darian ignored them completely.
“Is there a problem?” he asked calmly. The woman shrugged.
“Your call, Alpha.” Darian turned toward me.
“Come on.” I followed him toward one of the cabins at the edge of the clearing. The small wooden building looked simple but sturdy. Inside, the space was surprisingly clean.
A table, a bed, a few shelves with supplies, nothing fancy but comfortable enough.
“You can take the bed,” Darian said.
“I’ll sleep outside.”
“That’s not necessary,” I protested quickly. He raised an eyebrow.
“You can barely stand.”
“I’m not that weak.” His lips twitched slightly.
“Debatable.” I opened my mouth to argue, but the exhaustion crashing through my body suddenly became impossible to ignore. My legs felt like they might give out any second.
Darian noticed. “Sit.”
The word came out firm enough that I obeyed without thinking. I lowered myself onto the edge of the bed.
The soft mattress felt like heaven after hours of walking. Darian grabbed a small wooden box from one of the shelves.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Medicine.” He knelt in front of me and opened the box. The scent of herbs filled the room.
“You’re still shaking,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re lying.” Before I could respond, he gently placed a hand over the center of my chest. Warm energy spread through my body. My eyes widened.
“What are you—”
“Relax,” he said calmly.
“It helps stabilize the bond damage.” The warmth slowly eased the painful ache inside me. For the first time since the ceremony, my breathing felt easier.
“How did you learn that?” I asked quietly. Darian didn’t answer right away then after a moment he said, “I’ve seen many rejected wolves.” Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.
“Do they usually survive?”
“Not always.” That answer sent a chill down my spine.
The warmth slowly faded as Darian removed his hand.
“You should sleep,” he said.
“Your body needs time to recover.” I nodded slowly.
“Thank you.” He stood and moved toward the door. Before leaving, he paused. His silver eyes met mine again.
“Lyra.”
“Yes?”
“Whatever happened tonight,” His voice softened slightly. “It’s not the end of your story.” Before I could respond, he stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
The cabin fell silent. Exhaustion quickly pulled me into sleep.
But sometime later, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my chest. My eyes flew open.
I gasped, clutching the place where the rejected bond had been.
But this pain was different, stronger, burning. My wolf stirred violently inside me.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Then suddenly a voice echoed inside my head. It was deep, ancient, terrifying.
“So you are the one who survived.”
My blood ran cold because that voice was not my wolf.
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