Eyes of the Alpha
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Chapter Four – Eyes of the Alpha
Lila woke before dawn, her muscles aching from the spar with Kane. Every bruise screamed when she moved, but she refused to let pain keep her in bed. She had asked for this chance—no, she had fought for it—and she wouldn’t waste it.
She dressed quickly in worn training clothes, then tied her hair back with trembling fingers. Her reflection in the cracked mirror showed a girl with dark circles under her eyes and a mouth set in grim determination.
“You can do this,” she whispered to herself. “You have to.”
When she stepped outside, the world was painted in the silver of fading moonlight. The pack was quiet, save for the distant howls of wolves returning from patrol. She inhaled the crisp air, letting it steel her resolve, and walked toward the training grounds.
Training at Dawn
Marcus was already there, barking orders at the gathered warriors. His scarred face was unreadable as his sharp eyes flicked to Lila.
“You came back,” he said simply.
“I said I would,” Lila replied.
The corner of his mouth twitched, almost approving. “Then you’ll work harder than anyone else. No excuses. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Beta.”
The warriors snickered, clearly expecting her to collapse within minutes.
What followed was the hardest training of Lila’s life.
They ran laps until her lungs burned, her legs threatening to give out. They practiced stances until her muscles screamed, then sparred until every inch of her body ached. Every time she faltered, Marcus’s sharp voice cut through the air:
“Again.”
“Faster.”
“Stronger.”
And every time, Lila pushed herself back up.
By midday, she was drenched in sweat, her hands raw, her breath ragged. But she was still standing.
The warriors began to exchange glances, some with annoyance, others with reluctant respect. She wasn’t collapsing. She wasn’t quitting.
And Damian was watching.
He stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed, his gray eyes locked on her. His expression gave nothing away, but his presence was undeniable, pressing down on her like a storm cloud.
At one point, when she dodged a strike from Kane and countered with a clean hit, Lila heard murmurs ripple through the group.
“She’s improving fast.”
“Didn’t think she had it in her.”
“Maybe the Alpha was wrong…”
The last whisper cut off abruptly when Damian’s gaze snapped to the speaker.
Lila’s chest tightened, her heart hammering. She wanted to scream at him, to demand why he was watching her now after humiliating her. But she bit her tongue, focusing on her movements, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her distracted.
The Alpha Approaches
When Marcus finally called for a break, Lila staggered to the shade of a tree, gulping water from a flask. Clara had snuck into the training grounds to cheer her on, clapping her hands excitedly.
“You were amazing!” Clara whispered. “Did you see Kane’s face when you landed that hit? Priceless!”
Lila managed a weak laugh, wiping sweat from her brow. “I thought he’d break me in half.”
“But he didn’t,” Clara said firmly. “Because you’re stronger than you think.”
Before Lila could respond, the air shifted. The hairs on her neck stood on end.
Damian was walking toward her.
Clara immediately stiffened, her protective instincts bristling, but Lila raised a hand subtly, signaling her to stay calm.
The Alpha stopped a few feet away, towering over her. Up close, his aura was overwhelming, every inch of him exuding dominance and power.
“You’ve been training,” he said. His tone was flat, but his eyes were sharper than knives.
Lila forced herself to meet his gaze, even though every nerve in her body screamed at her to look away. “Yes.”
“Why?” His voice was low, dangerous, as though the very idea of her training was an offense.
Her hands clenched at her sides. “Because I refuse to be weak. Because I won’t let anyone save me—I’ll save myself.”
Something flickered in his eyes, gone as quickly as it appeared. “You think strength comes from flailing at warriors on a training field?”
“No,” she snapped, surprising even herself. “Strength comes from surviving rejection. Strength comes from standing back up when everyone wants to see you fall. And that’s what I’m doing.”
The words hung heavy in the air. The warriors who had been pretending not to listen froze, their gazes darting between the Alpha and the girl he had rejected.
For a moment, Damian said nothing. Then, to her surprise, the corner of his lips curved—not in mockery, but in something almost resembling respect.
“Be careful, Lila,” he said quietly, his voice meant only for her. “Strength can either make you a leader… or destroy you.”
Before she could reply, he turned on his heel and strode away, his presence lingering long after he had gone.
Clara exhaled sharply. “What was that?”
Lila’s hands trembled, though not from fear. “I don’t know,” she whispered. But deep inside, her wolf stirred, restless, confused.
Because as much as she wanted to hate him, as much as she wanted to bury the bond he had broken—her heart still betrayed her.
And the worst part?
She could swear that for the briefest moment… the Alpha had looked at her not with rejection, but with something far more dangerous.
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