The Rebellious Alpha

KEVIN

20 YEARS AGO

Far in the west, deep in the forests, amongst the beautiful Green Valley lies the one and only Greenville Pack. A place I used to deem worthy of love, a place that used to come with so many happy memories but this day was different.

"Alpha Mason!" I quivered in horror as I stood behind my mother watching a 6'2 perfectly built man bark at my father. But he wasn't just any man. He was the Lycan King. Alpha of Alphas. Lycan Issac Perkins.

His blue irises were sharp, ferocious, and overly threatening as he huffed to my Father who courteously remained in his stance. His messy dark hair danced to the waves of air, his breaths escaped brisk and short.

"All evidence points to you!" He growled as he sauntered away from my father, touring amidst Pack Members that encircled us. His legendary silver sword fixated by his hip side, swallowed by its black metallic sheath.

"And for the crime of this treason you've committed, your only punishment," The Lycan pursed his lips as he neared my father once again. I could notice my mother sobbing in silence. Beta Walker's countenance wasn't any indifferent. There was also this unexplainable tension brewing among my Pack Members. Fear started to bloom in my heart, I couldn't comprehend what the Lycan was saying but from these things I noticed, I knew my father was in danger.

"Is death!" The Lycan declared and almost everyone gasped. My mother covered her mouth with her palm while tears streamed across her cheeks. I clutched onto her leg, feeling another pang of pain surge within me. The Lycan was going to kill my father. Right before me, right in front of his Pack Members.

For what offense?! And why couldn't anybody say something?! Above all, why did my Father simply bow his head like he had accepted his fate?! Why?!

"Have you any last words to say, you traitor!" The Lycan growled with his terrifying gaze solely on my Father. My lips parted but no air escaped while my heart paced uncontrollably.

"I am innocent, Lycan, but I accept your judgment wholeheartedly." He solemnly avowed and in an unprecedented moment, my eyes witnessed the greatest horror of my life. The Lycan's shiny blade had pierced through my Father's heart.

"Father!!" I screamed as I inadvertently trotted to the center, approaching my dying father as he collapsed to the ground while The Lycan returned his blade to its sheath.

"Father!!" Warm tears profusely soaked my eyes as my father wore his accustomed soothing smile. Except this time it hurts!

"K-Kevin-" My Father stuttered as his left palm reached for my cheek while blood gradually soaked his grey shirt.

"Dad, you can't leave me! Stay with me!" I screeched regardless of the eyes on us. A tear trickled from his perfect Hazel eyes before they slowly relapsed. His warm palm gradually dropped from my cheek to the loamy grounds. My entirety quivered, my breaths failed me as my eyes twitched from horrific awe. My father was dead! The kindest man I had ever known had fallen to the blade of a Lycan!

"Father!!!" I yelled as I grasped onto him, wailing restlessly while the others simply froze. That was the day my world died. Darkness, emptiness, pain, and anger began their stride in me. It was at that moment, I felt my insides burn outrageously, claws protruded from my tiny fingers, and my bones started to crack burning my insides like brimstone fire. My legs and arms slowly grew back into hind and fore legs, shiny black furs extended from my skin as I felt canines extend and a growl escape.

At the age of six, This was my first transformation into my Wolf.

PRESENT TIME

My eyes faintly awoke with the usual dark empty feeling looming on my insides. My senses were quick to be welcomed by my small room which reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. I lazily arose from my rickety bed which creaked, rubbing through my long pompadour brown hair frantically. As I progressed into my bathroom uninterestedly, I was immediately welcomed by my full-length mirror opposite me revealing my pathetic status.

My hair was messy, my Hazel eyes retained their accustomed threatening glares, and my full-boxed brown beard worsened it all making me no different than a hopeless miserable person. But it's true. My life alone is a mess. My Father was tagged a traitor I'm the son of a traitor who had a premature transformation. The once respected Manchester family is now a stain to the Greenville Pack.

My palms curled into a fist at that thought. At the same time, my eyes fixated on the mirror again reflecting a black Wolf face tattoo on the right side of my chest. And my black royal family tattoo inscribed on my forearms. Roses. They were a perfect reminder of my Father, the perfect reminder for vengeance. I had a quick bath and slipped on my usual baggy brown shirt and trousers. Leaving my hair tousled while I slipped a pack of cigarettes into my pockets. I emerged into our parlor decorated with old furniture complemented by a small dining table and rickety couches.

"Morning Mom." I greeted in my silky voice as I joined her in the small kitchen where she busied herself with the dishes. Her brown hair was packed in a loose ponytail, her face displayed signs of weariness and her brown irises told just how much she had cried over the night. She must have slipped into depression again.

She beamed a smile at me. One I deemed superficial. I slipped out my lighter and a cigarette. Immediately, she scooped it off my lips, glaring at me.

"Breakfast is ready." She stated lucidly as she gestured towards the wooden dining. Where Pancakes waved at me. I don't know why, but it brought memories of my father. Times when we used to eat as a family.

"Are you going to keep standing here or have some food?" My mother's voice broke my thoughts as she strode to the dining table. I cleared my throat briefly before relaxing on a chair opposite my mom's.

The wooden entrance door suddenly creaked open and a brown-skinned man quietly ushered himself in. Uncle Walker, Wearing a joyful smile that only ruined my appetite more. Walker was my Father's Beta, and ever since his removal, he's been the only one who stood by us. He's also been my secret trainer, preparing me for the Alpha position forcefully taken from us ever since my Father's gruesome death.

"Good Morning, Luna Serene." He chirped as he joined us. My mother heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm no longer Luna, Walker. It's been twenty years." My mother solemnly avowed. Her words were so heavy and dosing the pain in my heart.

"I only recognize you as my Luna. Besides, we haven't had one for two decades now." Walker answered as he took a slice.

"The earlier you stop calling me that, the better for all of us. We don't wanna get under Alpha Jason's skin." My mother replied and my palms curled into a fist immediately.

None of my Pack Members, not even my mother could fight for my Father. They all just watched in despair as the Lycan King installed my step-uncle, Jason, as the new Alpha. Not only does it disgust me but it never fails to burn me!

My Father was innocent, though there was no evidence to prove it. I believed him. He was the kindest, sweetest, and warmest man I had ever known. There was no way he could have committed treason and I wished my mother could have thought this way too. To avenge her mate but in the end, she was just like the others, resigning to a cruel fate. A fate I've vowed to change! Vengeance for my Father.

I arose sharply from the dining, almost startling them. I headed outside, greeted by the beautiful sun. Birds chirped on their nest as I toured amidst tall trees with the wind gently greeting my skin with warmth. I slipped out a cigarette and lighter, Impatiently lighting the cigarette before letting out a smoky puff.

"And there goes the son of a traitor!" An overly familiar feminine voice phased through my ears. My legs came to an abrupt halt in front of Greenville Square. The large area, the same place my father was killed, and the same place an Inter Pack competition would be hosting today. Where several packs would engage in nonsensical athletic shits just for medals. My ferocious glare briskly found Imogen alongside Jerry and the two idiots he calls friends. Imogen was the cheap damsel of Greenville. She's been at war with me ever since I outrightly refused her. And Jerry, he was the Alpha's son. Just as sinister and cunning as his father, Committing different atrocities as they wished.

"What are you gonna do?" Jerry scorned as he curled his arm around her shoulders. "Hit her?"

My breaths stormed out heavily and my eyes lit with rage as my palms curled into a fist. Seconds passed and my anger only bloomed, the hairs on my skin arose, and I was mentally puzzling over ways to murder these idiots.

"Say one more word and I promise you'll lose that tongue of yours." I bellowed through gritted teeth as I let out a puff. Their mocking countenances morphed into anger but it only took grace for me not to snap. I briskly stormed away from the scenery, trotting to my secret training room.

I inched towards a punching bag with werewolf speed. Throwing several furious punches at the bag. I imagined it to be Alpha Jason but deep inside, I wanted it to be him. I was tired of waiting, being humiliated, being despised, and watching the famous, peaceful, and beautiful Greenville slowly crumbling under Alpha Jason's reign. I'm supposed to be the Alpha! The legitimate one, not some half-bastard abusing my father's position.

"I heard of your antics with Jerry and Imogen." Uncle Walker chorused beside me. I stopped hitting the bag, wondering how he had gotten beside me without my notice. His expression displayed worries but I huffed.

"They should count themselves lucky I didn't hit them!" I growled while sweat broke on my forehead.

"And I've told you countless times to ignore them. You should focus on the goal."

"I've had enough!" I barked with quick and short breaths. I don't know why, but his words only drowned me further in the ocean of anger intertwined with frustrations.

"Kevin, I need you to calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" I huffed to his face. "You're not the one being insulted daily nor are you the one who lost an innocent father." I started to growl.

"I am! My mother and I!" I yelled. "Did you even see her face this morning? How depressed and broken she was?!"

Uncle Walker let out a heavy breath.

"Today marks the end of this all, I'm going to challenge Alpha Jason and end him and his minions for good!" I avowed with a powerful bellow. "Right in front of everyone just like they ended my Father!"

I couldn't properly comprehend the words that protruded out of my mouth. But one thing I knew, I was crazily angry and my Wolf, Lupus, was in support.

"Kevin, stop making rash decisions!" Uncle Walker raised his voice against mine as he inched closer, Holding my gaze so both of us found it impossible to waver.

"We're talking about Alpha Jason here. You can't just wake up one morning and say you want to face him! He's an Alpha!" Uncle Walker yelled. "And you're just not ready yet." He ended on a relatively calm note but it crazily irked me.

I jerked his collars with both hands, giving him the iciest glare as I almost raised him above the ground.

"I'm not ready?!" I growled while his calm status remained unmoved. "For twenty years!!" My voice encompassed the room. "For twenty years I've been training, fighting just to get my Family's position back. And you tell me I'm not ready?" My grip on his collar tightened as I inched my face closer to his.

"Now listen to me, old man. I'm going to Kill Alpha Jason, take back my Alpha position, and then end the Lycan King the same way he killed my father!" I bellowed as I yanked him off my grasp.

Uncle Walker breathed heavily as he adjusted his collar. "You're making a mistake Kevin. I won't allow it!" He raised his voice yet again.

"Try and stop me, if I won't hit you to a coma." I threatened and furiously threaded to the exit.

"Kevin! Kevin!" Uncle Walker chased behind me but I sped off with my wolf's speed.

"Before the games begin!" I heard the irritating voice of Alpha Jason far off as I progressed toward Greenville Square the only place where every pack member gathers to listen to the Alpha's nonsensical speech.

"I welcome every pack and Alphas gracing us with their presence for this year's Inter-Pack competition."

My palms curled and I again trotted with Werewolf speed towards the podium.

"Alpha Jason!" I barked as the crowds parted ways for me towards the podium. My voice easily commanded silence, and every attention diverted to me. I continued to trail furiously towards the podium with my gaze on the hateful face of the old man. Alpha Jason. I climbed the podium, both of us exchanging icy glares at each other while murmurs brewed amidst the crowds.

"Isn't that the son of the traitor?"

"What is he thinking about bringing his presence here?"

"He is definitely going to stir trouble just like his father!"

"Of all occasions to perform his drama, must it be now?!"

But I couldn't care less, I aimed to watch this man crumble. We stood meters away from each other as the winds made my baggy shirt and messy hair dance gently.

"I, Kevin Manchester hereby invoke the Alpha Duel law. I challenge you bastard to a fight to the death!" I provocatively announced. My werewolf hearing could pick up the surprise murmurs that sparked amongst the crowd.

Alpha Jason's palm curled into a fist and the smile he had once worn, shrunk into disgust.

"Son of a traitor!" He bellowed. "How dare you?!" He ferociously spat out.

My teeth gritted as another wave of anger coursed through my veins. Lupus already felt like ripping him apart.

"You can't deny the biddings of the law, you bastard!" I growled, still maintaining our gaze on each other.

"Kevin!" Uncle Walker blared agitatedly from the crowd. "Stop this nonsense you're doing now!" He ordered but I didn't budge one bit. "Kevin!!"

"He's right, Alpha Jason. It's the law." An Alpha asserted from one of the special seats.

"I accept your challenge, son of a traitor!" Alpha Jason announced and another round of murmurs sparked again.

"Took you long enough," I grinned devilishly as I peeled my shirt off my body, revealing my perfectly built body under the glory of the sun.

"You're just like your Father." Alpha Jason stated. "Power hungry, Cunning and devilish. You should have been killed alongside that traitor."

"My Father is not a traitor!!" I roared and in that split second, all my pain and aggression transformed into my strength. I trotted towards him aiming to deliver a blow that would break his head off from those proud shoulders. But he dodged them off easily. I was getting desperate every second, making me lose my sanity even more. Soon, he caught my right arm with ease. He dislocated my bone with one mighty hit from his knee. While I reveled in bone-wrenching pain, a powerful blow hit my stomach, Expiring air out of my lungs. With his ridiculous speed, I felt another blow hit my left ear. My ear went deaf immediately with ringings in my head. All this happened in a second and we hadn't even changed to our wolf form yet. I finally understood what Uncle Walker meant by I wasn't ready yet.

Alpha Jason curled his hairy arm around my neck as he stood behind me. Choking me in the process and any moment from now, I was certain my neck would be twisted.

"Alpha Jason!" I heard a familiar womanly voice cry. I knew that voice, it was my mother!

"Please have mercy! He's my only child. Forgive him please." My mother wailed as she climbed to the podium on her knees, Crying helplessly.

Seeing those tears alone weakened my resolve. It hurt more than the pain I had incurred. It made me regret ever succumbing to my anger.

The Alpha scoffed. "Only because of respect!" Alpha Jason blared as he let me go. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

"But your husband was a traitor and your son seems to be following that path."

My teeth gnashed.

"The both of you don't deserve this Pack. Hence, I banish You and your PATHETIC son from Greenville pack!"

CLAIRE.

"Okay, that will be all for today!" I announced authoritatively to the girls of Moonville Pack. My Father's Pack. I could hear their sighs of relief as they wobbled on their feet. Some of them resting by the tree side and others scurrying to their changing rooms. But my eyes particularly fell on a young girl. Her hair was long and straight, donning a stunning shade of black just like mine.

"Rose!" I called.

"Yes, commander." She chirped as she approached me courteously. Her anxiety and quivery status easily gave her away and so instead of being the overly stern trainer of the girls of Moonville Pack, I donned a tiny smile.

"You seem to be bad at wielding a Knife," I uttered calmly while her grip tightened on the wooden knife. One, we usually use it for practice.

"I'm sorry Commander. I promise to do better." She muttered with a lack of conviction, her eyes unable to meet mine. I inched closer and held her jaw so her gaze locked with mine.

"First lesson," I chorused while her shivery status relatively lessened. "Your stance should be rigid." I started while I adjusted her posture, Making her shoes bury firmly into the loamy soil and her shoulders upright.

"Second, cling onto your weapon, your life depends on it." I continued as my hands flowed to hers, Adjusting the carved knife in her right hand.

"Third, steady your breaths. It should be calm and stealthy. Hold your opponent's gaze thoroughly so they find it impossible to decipher your attack moves." My smile deepened as she followed my orders efficiently.

"Fourthly," I gradually encircled her. "Let this weapon feel like an extension of your body. Let your werewolf powers be in perfect sync with your weapon. Allow your wolf to guide you." She nodded slowly. "And the most important part of it all is your aim should be at critical points. The neck, the chest, the thighs-" I explained while her lips parted into a tiny smile. "I need you to practice more and I hope to see great improvements huh."

"Yes, commander." She chirped.

"Alright, you can go now." I flashed a grin before she parted away.

"Claire." An overly familiar voice called behind my back. I turned back to see the Lycan King, Issac Perkins, my father expressing a smile of admiration.

"Dad!" I chirped and hurriedly threw him a hug.

"Careful darling, you're going to squeeze the life out of me." He joked. I giggled as we separated.

"What are you doing here? Old man." I teased as I playfully eyed him. He rolled his eyes. But I was curiously waiting for his answer. My Father rarely spends time with me these days. We were always entangled in one work or the other.

"I just came to see how my little angel is faring, is that bad?" He finally answered but I could feel his lie tell from his eyes.

"We live in the same Packhouse, Dad." I pointed out while he frowned. As if trying to feign ignorance of the truth. "Just skip to it."

"Fine, you got me." He chuckled as he raised his hands in surrender. "Let's go for a walk."

I tried to study his eyes, To decipher what he was probably up to but one thing the Lycan was good at, you could never read him, Except his lie. So I quietly followed, and we toured the woods for several minutes in silence. Our ears were entertained by the tweeting of birds, the soft winds breezing across our bodies but it wasn't allaying my fears. His silence was disturbing and my mind couldn't help but race for various scary things he was probably going to say.

"Tomorrow, you'll be leaving for Greenville Pack." He finally broke the tension.

I gasped while my eyes exclaimed in awe. His words had easily slammed a wave of shock against me. I didn't know if I should be happy or not. But on second thoughts, I figured I should be sad. My Father didn't like that Pack at the very least. His hatred for the beloved Pack happened during the time of my mother's death. I didn't know many details about it at that time and even now, he still refuses to talk about it.

"Why?" I asked as I stared at him but all he did was stare at the birds tweeting on their nest. Wearing a smile I couldn't quite depict, Whether it was sad or not.

"For work of course." He answered casually.

"But I thought you hated that place."

He faced me while our pace slowed.

"As the Lycan, I should show equal love and care for every Pack I rule."

I nodded even though his answer felt like they weren't the deserving ones to my question.

"Greenville is crumbling and I can't stand to watch how the most blissful Pack relapses into ruins." He said in a worried fashion.

"What do you need me to do?" I replied in a whisper.

"Well, you're going to be the new administrator of Greenville High." He grinned but my jaw dropped as I stared in disbelief.

"What? that's impossible!" I protested. "Greenville High is the second largest school amongst packs. Dad of all work, I'm not going to do this."

"Claire, you need to understand that there's a reason behind everything." He voiced calmly while I rolled my eyes. This accustomed statement was what he referred to any time he tried persuading me. And I, being the soft-hearted one, would simply answer his call unlike Blake, my twin brother.

"The School's population is reducing. More and more werewolves keep leaving the Pack. I need you to be there, to be the agent of change, feed me with what's going on. And as the administrator, you could indirectly influence matters relating to the Pack itself." My Father clarified even before asking the question.

"Dad, can't you choose an administrator for the Pack itself or send Blake?"

"Claire," he called almost in a pleading tone. "There's already enough tension between you and your twin brother. This job would at least save us from the daily dramas..."

My mind slowly drifted after hearing those words. In oblivion, I began to recall our constant arguments and fights with my brother. Just this morning, we still argued fiercely with each other. If one didn't know our family closely, it would be easy to conclude the two of us as natural enemies.

"Besides, You haven't failed me once, and I trust you." My Father's words tousled my burdensome thoughts.

"So you don't trust your son?" I queried. My Father looked me in the eye, hesitating for a split moment. He was just about to answer when Blake's voice protruded the chill air.

"Of course, he doesn't trust his son!" My Twin brother announced as he approached us in his black regal clothing, followed by guards. His blonde hair glimmered under the sun and his blue eyes expressed discrete anger.

"That's not true." My Father outrightly denied it as he focused on his hot-headed son. But his words lacked conviction.

"You give every important work to Claire. Claire this, Claire that, like she's the only child you have!" Blake raised his voice as he gestured his hands mockingly. "You even made Claire a commander but what do I get?" He pursed his lips. "Nothing!" He bellowed. "I'm not even your Beta. Yet you call me the heir! Sometimes I think perhaps you're not my biological father!"

"You are my son, Blake," Father stated in his Alpha tone. "You're just not ready yet."

My brother scoffed.

"So Claire is the one ready?!" He pointed to me without even a glance.

"Blak-" I tried to say.

"Don't you say anything there!" He barked at me, with an icy glare. "Don't make me hate you more than I already have."

In an unprecedented moment, My Father rewarded Blake with a slap. I gasped as redness shined to life on my brother's cheek. I glanced at my Father, whose countenance expressed just how irritated he already was. I always wondered why these two hated each other. They were family for Goodness sake!

"Take that word back." My Father ordered in an icy Alpha tone.

"You hit me!" Blake retorted, almost letting out a growl.

"I. Said," My Father neared him. "Apologize to your sister now."

My entirety froze as both men exchanged threatening glares at each other. At this point, I knew intervening would be the wrong idea. I could worsen it all.

"I won't!" Blake retorted and my heart skipped a beat. Wondering the next action my Father could take.

"Beta Conrad!" My Father yelled and in a swift mannerism, the Beta approached the scenery from goodness knows where with his werewolf speed.

"Yes, Lycan." Beta Conrad answered with a stern expression imprinted on his face.

"Lock him in his Chambers." My Father ordered. Although there was hesitation on the Beta's part, he still yielded to the Lycan's order. I watched in bewilderment as the guards alongside Beta Conrad escorted my brother away from us.

"Why do you hate him so much?" I asked. This is the same question I've been asking over the years but as usual, he responded with,

"I don't hate him."

I heaved a heavy sigh.

"Forgive your brother's attitude, darling." My Father's voice reverted to its soothing nature. I looked at his face which already carried a smile.

"Please don't lock him up." I pleaded.

"He is the heir, he needs to be handled under strict measures." My Father calmly denied my pleas.

"But-"

"There will be no Buts." He abruptly interjected. "Please pack your stuff, you're leaving for Greenville Pack tomorrow."

I sighed, loathing the feeling of emptiness that dawned. I didn't want to oblige but there was no Nay to my Father either. As we toured in silence, I pondered what kind of life awaited me at Greenville.

KEVIN.

"This is the best place I could find at the moment. Though it's small, I hope it's manageable." Uncle Walker announced as we stepped into the wooden house. And just like he'd said, The apartment was small, one my Father and Uncle Walker had built during their time.

I slowly toured the parlor. Dimly lit with the potent smell of dust. I heaved an inaudible sigh as I reviewed the furniture. This house was definitely going to need some serious cleaning.

"Thank you so much, Walker." My mother softly uttered with a tiny smile. But I could clearly see her sadness, One I had solely induced. My fingers inadvertently clutched onto the reins of my brown bag, feeling another pang of guilt surge.

"You don't need to thank me, Serene. This is the least I can do but I promise to find a better place." Uncle Walker wriggled his head as he toured about the building.

"Kevin, won't you show some appreciation?" My mother's voice tousled my thoughts. The way they both viewed me, irked me in a way. None of them had spoken a word to me after the Challenge but I knew they probably had lots of words brewing inside them currently–how disappointed they felt towards me but I care less.

"I hate to be the guy who says this," Uncle Walker mumbled. "But I told you so. Your bad temperament and reckless decisions cost you and your innocent mother to be banished from your Pack."

"Well, life as a Rogue isn't all that bad," I casually toned, Rubbing the back of my neck where the Rogue symbol still ached. The black half-moon symbol instantly appears on any exiled werewolf like a tattoo.

"You think Rogue life is easy, huh? Do you even feel remorse for your actions at all?!" Uncle Walker retorted while my mother simply wriggled her head in disappointment.

"The only thing I regret is that I failed to kill Alpha Jason and that my mother helplessly cried like a weakling in front of everyone."

"I saved your life!" My mother pitched her tone against mine. My grip tightened as tears started to soak her eyes again.

"Your Father ended on a bad note and you, as his son, are following that same path."

"My Father was not a traitor! And you should believe that too!" I yelled as anger began to fester in my heart.

"He was innocent, I know."

"Then why did you let him die?! Why did you just watch like a weakling? Why couldn't you fight for your mate? Why couldn't you defend him? Why?!" I barked. "Why?!" My chest towered up and down from heavy breaths. My eyes welcomed tears I didn't want but above all, the pain worsened. The pain from my injuries is still in the healing process.

"Bad things happen in life." That was all my mother used to answer. "No matter what I could have done, The Lycan would have had the final say."

"Mom, don't lecture me with one of your useless life and fate lessons," I growled as my eyes wavered between both of them. "The truth is, you all are weaklings! But I'm not. I'm going to avenge my father even if it costs me the last drop of my blood!" I avowed with a yell.

"You don't even know the crime your father committed!" My mother screamed.

"I don't want to know!" I raised my note higher. "Because my Father is not guilty of any crime. And even if I want to know, it will be from the mouth of the Lycan himself!

No matter what he says, I'll still end his life the way he ended my Father's. That I promise you." I bellowed before storming into my presumed room. The little pain from my injuries intertwined with anger and frustrations drove me to a pack of Cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol. I didn't even bother reviewing my room, all I did was impatiently scooping four wraps into my mouth.

Lighting them without hesitation. My lips slightly widened for the heavy smoke to puff out. Each lighted wrap fell off my lips to the wooden floor as I opened the bottle.

I gulped its contents recklessly, filling my throat to the very limits it could contain. I repeated the same thing and soon my vision became hazy, my senses were gradually feeling numb and it didn't take me long to succumb to the darkness calling to me from within.

My eyes slowly awoke to the sun rays illuminating my room and my ears entertained the tweeting of birds. I sat up on the edge of my small bed, my senses welcomed the reeks of alcohol and cigarettes. The once fine room was now decorated with several bottles dangling across the floors alongside Cigarettes. I kept staring at the floor like one who was enchanted but in my head, it was completely blank. I didn't even know when my mother joined me by the bedside. Her soft touch trailed alongside the tattoo on my left forearm.

"You look miserable." My mother softly chorused in my ear. I smiled, noticing the cheeriness on her face. Although I didn't know why she was, I planned not to ask.

"You locked yourself in for three days and look at the mess you made your room into."

I heaved a sigh while she tucked the loose strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Are you still in pain?" She asked and my mind traveled to the day I got banished. I knew Alpha Jason was crazily strong but not to that extent. Ever since I was little, my powers were on a dangerous level among my peers. Perhaps due to the Alpha's blood coursing through my veins or because of my sheer will for revenge. But that day, because of my reckless thinking, Alpha Jason won.

"My only pain is failing to kill Alpha Jason," I answered. She held my cheek so I faced her.

"Revenge is never the way, Kevin." She soothed but it irked me. "It will only cause you more pain. Look at what we've become, from a royal family to Rogues."

My palms slowly curled into a fist as my gaze wavered from hers. I only wished she could one day understand my point of view. Justice for my Father, rather than being submissive to absurd cruel fate.

"You need to move on Kevin. Start your life again." She cooed. I could have hissed or done something provocative but I didn't want to ruin her mood. I've already caused her enough pain. Hence, rather than argue. I chose to nod while I flashed her a superficial smile.

"Breakfast is ready." She uttered with a tiny smile before parting away. And as the door closed behind her, my smile faded while emptiness took over. I sauntered into the bathroom for a quick bath before slipping into a black fitted pair of jeans complemented with a big brown shirt. I left my long strands messy but combed my beard. I made for the small wooden desk by my bedside. Tucking a lighter and a pack of Cigarettes into my pocket before strolling to the Parlor where my mother busied herself with cleaning. My eyes trailed to the pancakes she left on the center table for me but I shrugged them off. They might be enticing, but certainly not pleasing my emptiness.

"Bye, mom." I sounded as I made for the door.

"Where are you going?!"

"Going out for a stroll," I responded as I glimpsed at her briefly.

"But you haven't touched your food yet." She protested in a worried fashion. I heaved a sigh before walking up to the plate and scooping a slice into my mouth.

"I'll see you later," I added before exiting. This was my first time stepping outside after my banishment. The house was only a few kilometers away from Greenville Pack. My Werewolf hearing could pick some of my former Pack Members chatters. I soon chose to focus on my surroundings as I progressed. The Trees were just as tall as Greenville's but the air didn't bring so much warmth neither was this forest beauty intriguing like my Pack. But overall, it was peaceful and manageable.

How bad could a Rogue life be?

I continued to revel in cold comfort as I smoked my cigarette.

"Stop! Let me go!" I came to an abrupt halt as the screams of a lady phased through my ears. It was far off, probably kilometers but I could sense she was in danger. I listened more carefully, letting my nose trace her scent and when I had gotten a hold of it. I scurried to the location with werewolf speed. The winds stormed against my body as I paced dangerously against the leafy floor.

"Let me go!" She screeched again as I arrived at the location. There she was, her tiny frame struggling in the grasp of two sinister-looking men. Just by the mark on the back of her neck alone, I knew she was a rogue and the guys. Probably idiots from the Greenville Pack.

"Let her go," I ordered meters away from them. Only then did they notice me.

"You better leave, Son of a traitor!" One of them scorned and my palms easily clenched. I let out a puff from my Cigarettes still dancing on my lips as my chest towered up and down.

"Let. Her. Go," I reiterated, This time in an icy tone but they didn't budge.

"What are you gonna do? Wanna play a hero huh?!" The other mocked. I grinned sinisterly, dropping the unfinished wrap to the ground. Another round of heavy smoke toured out my mouth and nose. And in a swift moment, I trotted towards them. Rewarding the guy who clutched to the lady with a tight slap. He fell to the ground while his friend lurched towards me, trying to land a blow which I easily caught. With disgust, I wrenched his bone while he let out a loud cry of agony. His partner arose to me and my eyes switched to a dangerous bright yellow. My nose flared and my lips revealed canines as I growled to his face. Their faces morphed into horror before scampering away like loose cats.

"Are you okay?" I asked the lady by my side as my body reverted to its normal status. Her hair was long, curly and golden and her Honey colored eyes twitched in awe. Her red lips parted but no words protruded.

I pulled out a cigarette from my pack, lighting the wrap as my lips clung to it.

"You're the son of Alpha Mason!" She gasped. I frowned at her.

"How do you know that?" I queried sharply. I might have saved her but she was a Rogue after all.

"Your tattoo." She answered as she pointed to my sleeves, which partially revealed the tattoos on both forearms. But it led me to the next question, how did she recognize this tattoo?

"You're a Rogue. What Pack did you belong to?" I toned as I held her gaze.

"I was exiled from Greenville." She stated. I scrutinized the look on her face, listening to her heartbeat whilst. But she wasn't lying.

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

She gulped down her Saliva, showing some hesitation on her part.

"It's kind of complicated. For refusing the Alpha's son."

My eyes flickered in discrete annoyance. Secretly cursing how Alpha Jason exiles his members for different absurd reasons.

"Can you please escort me home? I'm scared of being attacked again." Her pleas tousled my burdensome thoughts. I puffed out smoke, studying her for minutes before nodding in agreement.

"What's your name?" I asked as we threaded side by side on a lonely path.

"Rose."

I smiled to myself, a beautiful name befitting her body.

"I'm Kevin," I uttered before taking a puff.

"So how long have you been exiled?" I asked. She looked me in the eye before rolling the words out.

"Two years I think." My eyes widened whilst anger started to surge within me. An innocent soul like her was being punished all because of a stupid reason. My thoughts tousled when I noticed a large presence surrounding us meters away. They were Rogues, dressed shabbily in black with icy glares solely based on me. I took a brief glimpse at Rose, she was smiling at them.

I frowned. Maybe this girl wasn't an innocent soul like I thought. And from the looks of it, this looked like a perfect setup plan. An ambush against me!