Alpha Maseno

“What the hell, dude?“ I walked to the couch where Beta Kelvin was sitting and grabbed him by the collar. My anger boiled over as I confronted him, unable to contain my frustration any longer. I needed answers for what he had come looking for in my kingdom.

I and he are not friends, and I doubt if we will ever be. The only thing that was running through my mind at that moment was that his asshole of an Alpha had sent him to come and provoke me because, after all, they loved picking fights.

“Relax Maseno. Since when did I try to hurt you? I have been telling you for so many years now that I am nothing like my Alpha, but you don't believe me, do you?“ He gritted his teeth in anger, stood, and dusted the collars of his shirt.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words. It was always the same excuse, trying to distance himself from his stupid Alpha's actions. But actions spoke louder than words, and I had seen enough of their pack's behavior to know better.

“And why do you expect me to believe you? How much sh*t have you and your boss done to me?“ I stepped much closer to him, our chins almost touching. The tension between us crackled in the air as I stared into his eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity. The memories of their past deeds flooded my mind, fueling my anger and disbelief.

“Alpha, if you could relax and hear him out," Sony said, stepping between us, trying to separate us. I sighed, threw my hands in the air, and sat on the couch across from the one Beta Kelvin was sitting on.

A mixed feeling of exhaustion and frustration surged through me as I sat down. The weight of all the wrongs they had committed against me seemed to hang heavily in the room. I only sat because Sony had asked me to, or else his corpse would now be in procession getting returned to his pack.

“It better be important.“ I growled at him, but being who he is, he raised his middle finger at me. I rose, ready to pounce on his lack of manners, but Sony pulled me back to the couch.

“Let's just listen to him because, after all, you are not enemies with him but his boss.“ He whispered against my ears.

Reluctantly, I settled back onto the couch, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Sony's words resonated in my mind: I may not be enemies with him, but his boss was a different story. I unwillingly prepared myself to hear what he had to say, but an uneasy feeling settled over me.

I turned to narrow my eyes at Sony, not believing that of all people, he was the one who asked me to listen to Beta Kelvin. “Birds of the same feather flock together, Sony.“ I reminded him while pressing my lips into thin lines.

He didn't say anything, nor did he cower at my anger. He shifted much closer to me and rubbed the wrinkle formed in between my eyebrows when I knitted them.

His touch softened my frustration, but I couldn't shake off the uneasiness that still lingered. I looked into his eyes, searching for answers or at least a reason why he trusted Beta Kelvin so much.

He rubbed my cheeks gently and traced my jawline. Anyone looking at us will think that we are getting intimate, but I knew what he was doing. He was calming me down, and he was succeeding. His touch had a way of easing my worries and doubts, making me feel safe in his presence.

I grabbed his wrist and kissed his hand, feeling my anger go away. My head tilted toward Beta Kelvin, my eyes piercing daggers at him. I hoped that he would start talking and scram the hell out of my office, but instead, he just smirked, unfazed by my display of anger. It was clear that he wasn't going to leave without a fight. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure and come up with a plan to deal with him.

“You guys are a couple?“ He asked, shock evident in his eyes. I could see the disbelief in his expression as he glanced back and forth between us.

“Is that what you came to ask, beta Kelvin?“ I asked, trying as much as I could not to twist his head off his neck. Oh, God. How I despise that look on his face toward Sony!

He chuckled and played with his chin. “No. But I couldn't help but ask. I thought you were into women. I never would have thought that you liked men. And do you know what the interesting part is?" He raised his brow mischievously at me and leaned to put his elbows on the table. "He's my type."

He smacked his lips together, winking seductively at Sony. "He's got that mysterious charm that I find irresistible. But don't worry; I won't steal him away from you. But in case you don't treat him well," he paused, his gaze sweeping over me as if he were waiting for his words to sink into my head, and I understood them. "I won't hesitate to come to him. "God, I'll fuck him for the entire night, and I won't let him leave even when the sun rises."

I don't know what happened, but at this point, I lost my patience. I jumped into him, releasing a roar that I am sure was heard from miles away. I punched his face with all my might, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my fist. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose. I stood over him, breathing heavily and asserting my dominance.

He tried to run away from him, panic evident on his face, but my already elongated claws pulled his suit jacket, ripping it into pieces. “How dare you look at him that way?“ I asked, huffing like a bulldog. He would have just praised his beauty if he wanted to, but did he have to sweep his gaze all over his body that way?

Thinking of that, I grabbed him by his collar, lifting him to his feet. I slapped him across the face until he spat blood, and what god knows, “I am talking to you, son of a bitch. Did I not make it clear that he's mine?“ I released his collar and pushed him backward.

His hands trembled. "I am sorry, Alpha. I swear, I have no evil intentions. I just wanted to see how you would react.“ He palmed his eyes, afraid of looking at me. I could feel the red glow that always cracked up the evilness in me and let it all out, itching its way out of my eyes.

He was lucky that he had palmed his eyes, or else he would have gone blind already. "Letting hom go blind by just the glow of your eyes isn't fun at all. How about we poke them out? One by one?" My wolf suggested this from the back of my head.

'What a nice suggestion, buddy.' I praised my wolf, and I moved closer to him. Poor thing; he was walking backwards, hoping that he would run away from him. Unlucky him, he was there to die. A smirk curled on my lips. “Well, this is how I react when someone tries to look at what's mine in such a dirty manner.“ I responded, wrapping my hands around his neck.

He gasped, his eyes already tearing up. It has been such a long time since I killed someone, and I just can't explain the adrenaline rush that surged through me when I saw him with that condition.

His struggles were futile as I tightened my grip, relishing in the power I held over him. The fear in his eyes fueled my sadistic pleasure, reminding me of the control I had over life and death.

My wolf liked it when we made prey vulnerable before snapping their heads off their necks. I loosened my grip, giving him false hope. Poor boy; he fell for it because I could see relief washing over his eyes. He titled his head, hoping to get some air, but I took that chance to tighten my grip and lift him up in the air.

He randomly started to kick me, but I already knew what he was aiming for. His main agenda was to kick my groin area. Poor him; whenever my killing mode gushes in, I feel no pain. My wolf makes sure that we don't get distracted from our prey.

I could feel his desperation growing when he continued to kick in the air. However, my focus remained unwavering as I maintained my hold on his neck. The primal instincts within me surged, driving me to fulfill my purpose without any distractions or mercy.

“Please..please alpha.“ He begged, tears already dripping down his cheeks. I knew exactly what he was feeling at that moment. His lungs were aching because of a lack of air, and his heart was acting as if it were about to desert him.

The sense of fear and panic washed over him, making it evident in his eyes as he pleaded for mercy. His voice was trembling with desperation; I guess the realization of his impending fate weighed heavily on him, and that was why he struggled to find a way out of my grasp.

I tightened the grip once again, and urinal scent covered the entire room. “Disgusting,” I smirked and pushed my knee on his groin. He groaned painfully, his hands struggling to free the mine around his neck.

Because I was using only one hand all this time to hold him up, I used the free one to part his legs forcefully, which he had now folded, and grabbed his manhood. “Well, this is what got you excited when you laid your eyes on my Sony, right?“ I smirked at him, making my intentions evident.

“Please….don't.“ He muffled out these words. I ignored his plea and continued to exert pressure on his groin, my wolf enjoying his discomfort.

“It's too late. Don't you think beta?" I smirked, leaned in, and spit on his face. Applying gentle pressure to his manhood, I stroked him, causing him to relax. He threw his head backwards, the hormones I had released in the air making him fail to control himself.

He moaned, and a sinister smile crossed my face. The more relaxed he became, the more my dominance grew over him, but he knew nothing of that. He was craving pleasure—only pleasure, but too bad because it wasn't written that I would give it to him fully. What I was trying to make clear to him was that his pain and pleasure were completely under my control.

I released my grip on his neck, and he stumbled on the ground, but lucky for him, I held his waist, thus holding him in his standing position. “Men arouse you too, don't they?“ My lips curled up into a smirk when I felt his manhood growing hard.

“Who the hell gets aroused in this condition if not a bitch like you?“ I spat on his face again. I never gave him a chance to say anything, though, because I squeezed him much harder, to the extent that he cried in pain.

His legs weakened, causing him to fall to his knees. I never stopped, though, because I kneeled beside him, and when I was about to reach for his manhood once again and pull his balls off him, I felt a presence behind me.

The person kicked me on the rib, causing me to let go of beta Kelvin. Making a mental note to myself that I would deal with him later, I spun around, ready to tear whoever had kicked me into pieces.

“How dare you?“ I inquired, glaring hard at the person. “Why the hell did you do that?“ My voice softened when I saw who it was.

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