What the Alpha Saw
833 Words
CHAPTER FIVE
Roseline POV
The rogue lunged.
His claws extended, his teeth bared, his blood-red eyes locked onto my throat.
He moved with terrifying speed, too fast for a normal wolf, too deadly for someone like me.
My breath caught in my chest.
Move.
Roseline, MOVE.
But I couldn’t.
Every muscle locked. My legs felt like stones buried in the earth.
The rogue’s snarl vibrated through the rain as he leapt...
And then...
Something inside me snapped.
A searing heat exploded in my veins.
Bright. Violent. Ancient.
My wolf let out a howl so powerful it vibrated through my bones.
My fingertips glowed again, silver at first… then blinding white.
The air around me shook.
The raindrops slowed.
Time… slowed.
I threw my hands up instinctively..
And the world detonated.
BOOM!
A blast of silver light erupted from my palms, exploding outward like a shockwave. It struck the rogue mid-air, flinging him backward with bone-breaking force. He crashed into a tree so hard the trunk cracked in half.
Silence.
The storm froze.
Even the wind held its breath.
I stared at my trembling hands, glowing with light I’d never seen in my life. My chest heaved, my heart racing wildly.
“What… what did I just"
A second rogue snarled and charged.
My wolf snapped back into position, her voice fierce and commanding:
“DEFEND.”
My hands lifted again on their own, glowing brighter..
hotter...
purer...
A beam of silver-white light shot forward, striking the rogue in the chest, sending him skidding across the muddy ground with a howl of pain.
The third rogue hesitated, fear flickering in his glowing eyes.
Fear.
Of me.
My entire body trembled. I felt powerful. Terrified. Alive. Broken. All at once.
“What… is happening?” I whispered.
But before I could understand it—
A thunderous roar shook the forest.
A roar I knew.
A roar that once made my heart race with devotion… now made it twist with pain.
Alpha Kael.
He burst through the trees in full wolf form—silver fur rippling, eyes burning with alpha fury, claws extended and dripping with the storm.
Behind him came warriors—his beta, guards, and pack elites.
Kael’s wolf skidded to a halt.
His eyes locked onto me.
Not my torn dress.
Not my bleeding knees.
Not the mud on my skin.
But my glowing, silver-lit hands.
His nostrils flared sharply.
His ears pushed back.
His wolf stiffened.
Shock rippled through him as he took in the scene:
—The rogues scattered across the clearing
—Trees split in half
—The scent of raw magic in the air
—Me standing alone, glowing with power I shouldn’t have
His wolf took a step toward me—instinctively—then stopped abruptly, as if confused by his own reaction.
“Roseline?” His voice echoed in my mind through the pack link, rough and stunned.
I stepped back, the silver light fading slightly.
“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to—”
Kael shifted from wolf to man in one fluid motion, ignoring the rain and mud splattering across his bare chest.
His eyes—once cold and disgusted—were now wide. Searching.
Almost… afraid?
He took a slow step toward me.
“Tell me what happened.”
His voice wasn’t soft.
But it wasn’t cruel either.
It was something else.
Something I had never heard from him before.
Uncertainty.
I swallowed hard. “They came for me.”
The rogue leader, injured but not dead, pushed himself from the ground, coughing blood.
Kael’s head snapped toward him, eyes blazing.
“What were you doing on my land?”
The rogue’s lips curled into a bloody smile.
“We came for the girl.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “Why?”
The rogue coughed, staring at me with hateful clarity.
“Because she is marked. A prophecy child. A threat.”
A muscle jumped in Kael’s cheek.
“What prophecy?”
The rogue smirked.
“The one that says your downfall will begin the moment she embraces what she is.”
Kael’s expression changed—just slightly.
Just enough for me to see it.
A flicker of confusion.
Fear.
Recognition.
“What she is?” Kael repeated.
The rogue wiped blood from his lips.
“She is not cursed,” he hissed. “She is...”
He didn’t finish.
Kael’s hand shot forward, claws slicing through the rogue’s throat in one swift motion. The rogue collapsed, lifeless.
The forest fell silent except for the rain.
I stared at Kael, my breath trembling.
He looked at me again, really looked at me.
The hatred wasn’t there.
The disgust wasn’t there.
Something else had taken its place.
Something deeper.
Conflicted.
Disturbed.
Finally, Kael whispered, voice low and strained:
“Roseline… what are you?”
I shook my head, tears mixing with rain.
“I don’t know.”
But Kael kept staring.
As if for the first time in his life...
he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
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