The Last Alpha (English)

Zeux Morningstar P.O.V.

I am looking at the girl in front of me, dancing seductively while bitting her lips. Watching her dancing makes me feel aroused. I'm here in the club now with my friends. I drink the tequila, then look at my friend Jason.

"How was the girl? Is she sexy?" He asked while grinning.

"Yes she is. I like to touch her big ass right now but I feel kinda tired because a lot of proposal I have read."

Jason smirked. "You're such a workaholic. I was wondering, what is your total money in your bank account. I guess it's eleven digits?"

I laughed. "Wow. You're being exaggerated."

He raised his eyebrows. "No I'm not. You just don't want me to know how much your money is. I envy you for making such a lot of money. I wish I have more money to buy a lot of girls." He laughed then drank the tequila in his hands.

I say goodbye to my friend Jason because I really need to sleep right now. Maybe tomorrow I'll be back here in the club to hang out with the girls that attract my attention, but for now I need to rest.

As I was driving, I suddenly saw a woman appear in front of me. I immediately stepped on the brake and honked the horn.

"Sh*t!" I shouted loudly.

There was only a little space left where I was going to hit the woman. I immediately got out of the car and saw a woman with a scar on her knee. Maybe she tripped. When our eyes met, I was suddenly shocked and stunned. I was amazed not only by the beauty of the woman in front of me, but also by the softness of her eyes. She slowly stood up and her eyes is sad looking at me.

"I'm sorry. It's not my int to cross right away. I was in a hurry because I was chasing someone. The man in the black hood grabbed my bag. All my paperwork and important things to me were there. I'm really sorry."

The woman cried in front of me. I swallowed and clenched my fist. I moved a little closer to her and sniffed a little of the man's scent. I closed my eyes tightly as I searched for the man's smell in the air. He hasn't gone far yet.

"You must stay here. Watch my car and I'll take care of your bag. Don't leave. Do you understand?"

The woman immediately nodded. The steps I took were big. I looked around to see if anyone was around. When I noticed nothing, I used my ability to go fast and in within a seconds I saw the man next to me. He was busy peddling the woman's bag. I slowly walked closer to him.

"Give me that bag if you don't want to break a bone," I said calmly but firmly. The man turned to me as he smiled at me.

"What did you say? Are you kidding me? Who do you think you are? Don't bother me if you don't want your head to explode!" Arrogantly, he said once pointed the gun at me.

I smirked. "I already warned you but you didn't listen to me. Once is enough and two is too much."

Within a second, I was holding the gun and pointing it at the man's head. I saw his terrified face. His eyes widened when he saw me smile.

"What did you say just now?"

"Why is your face like that? Are you afraid of me?" I made fun of him.

He was about to run away when I broke a bone in his arm. He screams in pain as I still hold his arm where the bone is broken. I kicked his leg and heard the sound of bones breaking. He fell to the ground crying. I took the woman's bag and put her scattered things. When I'm done, I looked to the man who is still crying.

"Never dare to do it again because if you do it again, I will kill you. I won't feel sorry for you. Pity is not my thing."

I broke the gun I was holding and threw it somewhere. I looked at him again before walking away. I took a deep breath as I looked at the bag I was holding in my hand.

"What am I doing?" I whispered to myself. I don't know why I suddenly thought of helping this woman.

I caught her sitting on the side of my car. I could see in her eyes that she had just finished crying. She hugged herself, leaning over. When she noticed someone was looking at her, she turned to see someone, then she saw me walking towards her. Her eyes fell on my hand. She stood up immediately and her face lit up. She smiled softly as if she were breathing loosely. I handed her the bag that I was holding in my hand. She took it immediately and smiled as she looked at her bag.

"Thank you very much. I didn't expect you to help me. Again, thank you very much." She looked into her bag.

"These are all my requirements that I set out just now, I was applying for a job when this man snatched my bag and cried because of it. Honestly, while chasing him I lose hope. Thank you so much for helping me without thinking twice."

She smiles so brightly and her smile is different now. I can see the joy in her eyes. I can feel her happiness. I didn't realize I was just smiling. I immediately shut my mouth when I realized I was smiling because I must not smile. I fake my cough then get inside my car.

I opened the window of my car and gave her my business card exactly because I am currently in need of office workers. She had a surprised look on her face as she took the business card I gave her.

"That's my company. The address is already there. Apply tomorrow to my company and say I have spoken to you so you can get in right away."

Her eyes widened. "Really? Oh! Thanks again! You're so kind!" She almost jumped in joy when she said that.

"I'm leaving. I'll leave you now so you must go home."

I immediately closed the window of my car and didn't wait for her to speak. I started the car and looked at her in the rearview mirror. She waved her hand a few times. When she lost in my sight, I bit my lip. She was the first woman I stared in the eye for a long time. I haven't had anyone else stare me in the eye for a long time since the death of the woman I first loved.

Vanessa Lyre's P.O.V.

"You mean someone helped you get your bag back? Is that right?"

I nodded. "Yes. He was the one who almost ran over me. I was also wrong because I suddenly crossed. I was so nervous, I thought I was really going to crash. Fortunately, he was able to brake in time."

"It's a good thing you weren't run over. It's still expensive for a funeral. I don't have a funeral for you just in case. You know we don't have the money. Even though it's just the two of us, we're still running out of money to buy rice. We are always short of money."

Tita Bia walked over to the couch. She picked up the remote and then watched.

"All right, Tita. I'm leaving. I'm going to apply for a job. I'll go ahead."

She nodded. "All right. I hope you'll be hired. Take care, Vanessa."

I left our apartment and waited for a bus. Tita Bia and I are just the two of us living together. Tita Bia was unlucky to have children, so her boyfriend left her. While I was happy with my family, they were mercilessly killed by a creature that I will never forgive.

Werewolves.

They killed my parents. I don't know what reason they had for doing that to my parents but I don't want to know more. There is only one thing I plan to do. When I encounter a werewolf, I will kill it right away. They have no right to live in this world, especially since they are not human.

I finally arrived. I'm standing in front of this big building. Maybe it was that man's company.

"Zuex Morningstar."

I can only say that his name tells me he is rich. I'm still lucky because he's the one who almost ran over me. Because if it was somebody else, they could escape and leave me alone.

I brushed my hair with my palm. I smiled broadly and then started walking into the building. The guard greeted me and asked me why I am here. I immediately said that I'm going to apply. He immediately stepped aside so I could get into the building.

I'm hoping to get hired. My Aunt Bia and I are out of food, so I need need a job. My Aunt surprised me because she has a heart condition and must never gets fatigued. I rushed inside the elevator and took the fifth floor. After that I rushed out of the elevator and didn't notice that I there is someone walking towards me.

"Ouch!" I moaned when someone ran into me. I jumped up against the wall. I pressed my hand to my sore hip.

"Are you all right?" someone said to me. I was still hunched over, clutching my hip that had hit the wall.

When I saw who was in front of me, I slowly stood up and my eyes widened.

"Zeux?" I ask, mentioning his name.

I'm not sure what to say. I was taken aback by his attractive face. His beard enhances the beauty of his face. I wasn't expecting him to be so attractive. I gulped and gave him a phony smile. His expression remains solemn. I'm not sure, but I think my body is about to collapse.

"So you've arrived."

I agreed by nodding. "Yes, I am. As you say, you are hiring? I mean, you said I would come here yesterday."

He nodded, but his expression remained solemn. "Yes, follow me into my office. I'll ask you a few questions, and if you don't answer correctly or give the answer I want to hear, you won't be hired."

He walked away before I could say anything. I exhale and walk alongside him.

I couldn't stop staring at the side of the wall as I walked. The design is stunning. I sniff and smell the fragrance in the building. When I walked into his office, I was blown away by the design and cleanliness. But then my eyes caught sight of a painting. It's a werewolf. I clenched my fist and turned away.

He sat in the swivel chair, facing me. He motioned for me to sit down. I smiled at him then looked directly in his eyes.

"How old are you?" he inquired.

"I'm 29 years old, Sir."

"All right, can I have the requirements you brought?"

I handed him the envelope I was holding. He immediately opened it and looked inside.

"I'm sorry the other papers were messed up; it was due to what happened yesterday."

He simply nodded while carefully reading my requirements. I scratched my brow and bit my lower lip.

"Are you familiar with office work?"

I gave a quick nod. "Yes, sir."

"It's not that difficult to work here as long as you know how to file papers and check things. Just be diligent in your work. That's what I need here. Not because you're a graduate or something you're already hired. Undergraduates are even better for me because I see them as more diligent."

Because of what he said, I breathed a sigh of relief. I was afraid he wouldn't accept me because I didn't finish college. He seemed to have a high standard. I can't stop smiling.

"What will you ask me, Sir?"

He shrugged. "No more questions, you've been hired."

Because of what he said, I suddenly stood up. I grabbed and squeezed his hand. I was so overjoyed that I nearly bit my lower lip with a smile.

His eyes widened as he looked at me, but he just let me squeeze his hand.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to. I'm just happy. Thank you very much, Sir! Please don't die right away!"

His brow furrowed. "What exactly did you say?"

I laughed softly, my palm covering my mouth. "Nothing, Sir! Don't mind it. By the way, Sir, am I starting tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow. Just a reminder that I don't like people who are late; you can only be late three times. If you're late once more, I will fire you."

"No problem, Sir! I'll always be on time."

He sighed. "All right, then."

"Can I go home now, Sir? I have a lot of work to do."

"Sure," he replied cautiously.

"Bye, Sir!" I even winked at him before leaving his office.

I jumped for joy when I got out. I slipped when I jumped so hard that my face hit the floor.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed while holding my face.

Vanessa's P.O.V.

I can say that I am doing well at Zeux's company a week after being hired. I'm just a little stressed out because of all the paperwork. I have no issues with my co-workers because they are kind to me. I'm leaving now because its to go home. I cleared my desk and said my goodbyes to my co-workers.

"How's your day, Vanessa? You look so tired?" Jolie asked, smiling.

She is our haughty neighbor. She made money by marrying an old man and now she's looking down to us.

"I'm fine. I'm just tired from work."

She shook her head. "Is that so? You're unfortunate. You're working so hard. Why don't you just want to marry an old man? I hope you have a lot of money now like me. I'm just waiting for this husband to die and then I'll look for a new husband. Of course, I look for a young husband that I want to marry," she said proudly.

I locked my gaze on her. I'm not sure where she got her shameless attitude. She was no longer sorry for his elderly husband. Her husband loved her, but she was only interested in money. She became more arrogant after her husband gave her a large sum of money.

"I don't want to. I can work. I'm not lame or what, so I can work," I say, disgusted.

She laughed. "All right," she said, "but these days it appears that you're turning ugly. You're not the same as before. I'm prettier than you now." She flipped her hair and walked away. I just sighed and continued on my way to our house.

My Aunt was sleeping when I arrived home. I went straight to my room to get dressed, then to the kitchen to see if there was any food.

When I saw how little rice there was, I sighed. I washed the dishes I used before going to my room after I finished eating. I cried myself to sleep on the bed. My parents came to mind unexpectedly. Maybe if they were still alive today, my life would be different. Perhaps I graduated and we were wealthy.

I suddenly remembered the boy they had previously cared for. They had looked after a boy. I'm curious how he's doing now. That kid is smart, unlike me, who is a moron. Perhaps he is now wealthy. I take out my phone and check to see if there is a message. There was none, so I placed it under my pillow and closed my eyes because I was going to sleep now.

***

I ran into Sir Zeux on my way out of the office the next day. When I waved at him, I automatically smiled. He cocked his brow at me. I have a scratchy throat.

This dude's snout!

"Good morning, sir," I said with a smile.

"Morning," he said sparingly before continuing his walk.

My gaze simply followed him. I sighed and rolled my eyes. That man was, in my opinion, extremely rude. I didn't even get a smile.

When I left the company, I had the impression that someone was keeping an eye on me. I looked around but couldn't find anything. I was about to cross the street when someone grabbed my arm. When I saw who it was, my eyes widened.

"S-sir?"

As he looked at me, his handsome face was serious. I want to say something, but I can't. I just stared at him, as if I didn't want to take my gaze away from his beautiful face.

"You want to die?" His voice was irritated.

"N-no, Sir," I stammered after swallowing.

He let go of my arm and fixed his gaze on me. I gulped.

"I'm not sure if you meant to do that. You're crossing the street even though a car is passing by. If you commit suicide, don't do it in front of my company."

I was stunned. I looked at back, but he was gone. His speed had vanished; my eyes searched for him, but I never saw him again.

***

When I returned to the office, I heard voices talking as I walked down the hallway. I looked around for where it was coming from and noticed Zuex talking to a woman. The lady is stunning. It has long hair, white skin, a pointed nose, red lips, and a well-shaped body. She hugged Zuex tightly.

"Oh, Zuex, I'll miss you. I'll be there in California for a while, and then I'll be right back here. I hope you're not seeing a lot of girls while I'm gone," she said softly.

Zeux's brows came together. "I'll never miss you, Zafira; I don't even like you, so don't bother me!"

He pushed the woman so hard that she almost fell to the ground. As he looked at her, the woman was stunned.

"Never show your face again, Zafira. You're a piece of garbage."

Zeux walked past her and quickly away. The woman clenched her fist and took her time walking. I rushed into the elevator because I was afraid that the woman would notice me. I had an epiphany. Is my suspicion about Zeux's behavior correct? But why did he come to my aid so quickly that day?

I became nervous as soon as I sat in my seat. Because Zeux was scary, I thought I should always do the right thing. What if he becomes enraged? He might be like a monster in case he gets mad at me too much. I'm not sure what I'll do if that happens. Aunt Bia will be furious because I can't afford to lose my job.

I began filing papers once more. As I filed, I noticed Zeux's solemn expression in the monitor in front of me. In shock, I abruptly stood up.

"S-sir," I almost stammered, swallowing. He raised his eyebrow at me.

"What's that reaction of yours? Did I just scare you?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, Sir. Your face is scary, that's why."

His brow furrowed. "What did you just say?"

I slapped myself a several times before pretending to laugh. "No, Sir. You're just imagining that. Don't mind it, sir. Maybe I'm crazy, so what I'm saying doesn't matter."

"Really?" he asked, "but I heard you say my face is scary," pointing to his own. "Are you sure my handsome face is frightening?"

I burst out laughing. "Sometimes, Sir, handsome men are killers; perhaps you'll kill me later."

He gave me a hard stare. "So you think I'm a murderer?"

My eyes widened. What am I even talking about? Damn! Why did I even see that! I was suddenly afraid of him.

"Nothing, Sir. You're just too handsome, as if I'm going to die if you touch me," I joked.

He frowned and shook his head several times. Perhaps he thinks I'm insane.