EPISODE - 2 The Alpha's Room (a.k.a. the No-Go Zone)

Beep… beep… beep…

Aira’s head was pounding. Her body felt like it had been used to test a truck’s durability. Twice.

But the beeping?

The beeping was driving her insane.

She cracked one eye open.

White ceiling. Fancy lighting. A vague smell of sandalwood and… forest?

And something very expensive.

“…Am I dead?” she croaked.

Nope. Because the pain still felt very not - dead.

She sat up—or tried to. Her ribs screamed in protest, and she flopped back down like a pancake.

Where the hell am I?

Last she remembered, she was being chased through a haunted forest by armed lunatics and launching herself out of an exploding car like a low-budget action hero. Definitely not a five-star hospital ending.

Her eyes scanned the room.

Minimalist but luxurious. Huge. Black walls, silver accents, velvet textures. A floor-to-ceiling painting of a massive black wolf with glowing amber eyes hung behind a sleek fireplace.

Creepy much?

There were no windows. Just shadows, rich woods, and… warmth.

And a large armchair in the corner.

Occupied.

She froze.

He was sitting there. Elbows on his knees. Hands tangled in his hair. Head down like the world had just betrayed him.

Kian Rael.

Her best friend. Her headache. Her ride-or-die.

Her very much supposed to be miles away on a business trip best friend.

“…Kian?” she whispered.

His head snapped up.

Their eyes locked.

For a moment, he just stared—like she might disappear again.

And then, in three long strides, he was by her side.

“You’re awake,” he said softly, like he still couldn’t believe it. “Thank the Moon.”

“ You’re not supposed to be here,” she whispered. “You said business trip. You lied, you traitor.”

He huffed, jaw clenched. “You nearly died, Aira. Don’t start with sarcasm.”

“I always start with sarcasm. It’s how I flirt.”

Kian’s lips twitched.

Relief, amusement, and something warmer flashed in his eyes.

And then he did something weird.

He reached out. Like he was going to touch her cheek—but stopped halfway. His hand hovered there, shaking slightly.

Aira blinked. “Are you… okay?”

“No,” he muttered. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“I scare everyone. It’s one of my talents.”

His jaw clenched tighter. “You were bleeding everywhere. I thought—” He swallowed. “I thought I lost you.”

Her sarcasm died in her throat.

She stared at him.

There was something strange about him. Not just the worry in his eyes or the bags under them. Something different.

“…Kian?” she said slowly. “Where are we?”

He hesitated.

Then said, “Somewhere safe.”

“Liar.”

“I’ll explain. I swear. But you need to rest.”

“No.”

He groaned. “Why are you like this?”

“Because one minute I’m driving a broken car through a cursed forest, and the next I wake up in what looks like a werewolf version of a Gucci dungeon. I deserve answers.”

Kian looked skyward like he was praying for patience.

“…Fine. But no screaming.”

“Do I look like a screamer?”

“Emotionally? Yes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Tell me everything.”

Meanwhile… outside the Alpha’s chambers:

Beta Rayne stood in front of the double doors like a guard dog with PTSD.

“I can’t believe he took her in there,” one pack warrior whispered.

“She’s human,” another hissed. “We should’ve locked her up. What if she’s a hunter?”

Rayne sipped his fourth cup of wolf-strength coffee and sighed.

“You’re all idiots,” he muttered.

Back inside the room…

Aira stared at him like he had three heads.

“You’re… a werewolf?”

Kian winced. “Yup.”

“And your whole family?”

“Mmhm.”

“And I’m in werewolf territory, which humans are forbidden to enter because your people hate humans?”

“Technically accurate, yes.”

She blinked. “And yet… here I am. In your very off-limits Alpha chamber.”

“…Yes.”

Silence.

Aira stared at the wolf painting.

Then at him.

Then said:

“Well. That explains the weird howling playlist you once had on repeat.”

Kian groaned. “I was practicing shifts. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“I thought you were just really into wolves.”

She leaned back on the bed dramatically.

“You know,” she mused, “this explains a lot. The growling. The overprotective alpha tantrums. The freakishly good sense of smell.”

He crossed his arms. “You done?”

“No. But I’m hungry.”

He blinked.

She batted her lashes. “Feed me, wolf boy.”

“…You almost died.”

“I almost die every month trying to file taxes. Feed me.”

Kian exhaled like she was the most exhausting miracle he’d ever encountered.

But he rang the bell for food anyway.

Because despite all the chaos, secrets, bloodlines, and rules…

She was here. Alive.

And still his Aira.

To be continued .......

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