The dangerous alpha

Karen's pov

I rode down the eerie pathway that lead to my parents old house, according to my GPS it was situated in the farthest corner of the street. I had a solemn song on by one of my favorite singer–taylor swift, as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel.

After I got admitted into college the first thing, my parents suggested was that I stay in their old house in Houston as a reward for my achievement. I was literally happy about it, my dad signed a document transferring the right of ownership of the house to me.

I hummed to the music as I pulled into the parking lot that was at the corner of the duplex and climbed down the car, a cool wind blew past my face brushing it tender texture around my face. A sweet smile spread across my lips as I stared at the building before me, despite the fact that it was an old house the beige and white color that were use to paint the house was fascinating even thought it was already in faded display.

I walked toward the trunk of the car and pulled out my bags, dragging them toward the front door as I looked down to my pocket to fish out my keys, as I brought out the keys, I spotted a young man in his late forties sitting in his front yard with a news paper in his hands.

He looked towards my direction and waved to me, I nodded flashing a bright smile his way as I inserted the key. The door creaked open as a dusty smell welcomed me. I sighed as I stared at my apartment with the thought of so much cleaning I had to do, I made my way up the stairs.

After so much cleaning and washing I threw myself on the couch with a plate of pancakes and soft drink, I ordered from a nearby eatery. I sipped the orange juice as I swiped through my course lists and time schedule for the course list.

I dropped my phone next to me so I get a mouthful of the pancake, but as I brought it close to my mouth, my phone started blaring with an incoming call from my mom. I dropped the pancake and quickly grabbed the phone.

"Hello, mom," I said.

"Karen, how are you doing?" My mom asked in worried tone. "Haven't you gotten to the house?"

"Yes, mom."

"Okay, how'd see the environment, are the neighbors friendly?"

"I can't really say anything for now, mom. I just got here, I love this environment. It's peaceful and quiet."

"Okay, I'm sure you're going to like it. I and your father spent two months there last summer and we had a lot of fun, just try and avoid late night walks and early morning. Ensure you eat much and drink less."

I rolled my eyes as my mom continued her lecture about my daily schedule of, do-and-don't. She ended it with a sweet kisses sound which I assumed she was probably smearing her phone screen with her red lipstick.

As soon as the call ended, I stuffed as much pancakes in my mouth and lay my head on the couch while I chew on it, Slowly.

After finishing up with the pancakes, I took the plate to the kitchen. As I dropped the plate in the sink, I spotted a girl about my age standing next to the window opposite mine. She had blue eyes with specks of gray, her hair was short black hair with slight red at the tip. She was staring at me, almost like she could see through me.

I waved at her cheerfully but when she didn't budge or returned the waved, my smile deflated and I dropped my hand, slowly to my side. I heard someone whom I assume was her mother called her, she turned towards the direction before turning to me, before leaving she waved at me with a thin-lipped smile.

I walked back to the living and turn on my laptop, I needed to do something that would pull me out of the boredom I was starting to submerged in. As soon as I strolled through the list of movies that piled up the screen, I heard a knock on the door.

I turned towards the door in awe of who it might be, I wasn't expecting anyone and I didn't have anyone friends in Huston. I walked toward the door, slight frightened by who it might be. I opened the door and saw the girl I saw in the window earlier, she was holding a stray of muffins along with a smile.

"Hey," I mumbled with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Mila. The next door neighbor and my mom wants you to have this," she said stretching forth the tray my way.

I collected the tray from her. "Thanks, tell your mom I'm grateful." I turned to go back into the house.

"Can I come in?" Mila asked, her eyes glowing in excitement as she flashed a friendly look my way.

I shrugged returning a thin-lipped smile to her. "Yes, of course you can."

She walked in and took a seat on the couch, while I went into the kitchen to dropped the muffins. "I'm Karen," I said as I made my way to sit in the couch opposite her.

She smiled. "Nice name, are you a new intake in Bradenton college?"

I gasped in slight awe. "How'd you know that?"

She chuckled and tucked her har behind her ears. "My mom is a close friend to yours, earlier today they called to informed her that you're coming, since then my mom wouldn't breath without telling me how much you're such a nice girl."

I wrapped my hands under my chest. "Cool, my parent can be so informative sometimes, but it's cool to know I won't be lonely in this neighborhood."

She smirked. "I also attend Bradenton college."

Deep within the woods stood a tall Mansion with a iron fence surrounding it and a blue flag with an eagle printed in it, hung up high in the rooftop of the building. It was there as a symbol to mark each pack, according to the rules, the flag was there to prevent another pack from invading the Mansion and apart from that it was to warn them that they're in the zone of the most dangerous and ruthless Alpha.

They called him the bloodline, not because he had some relative issues but because he sever on the hurt of other packs and humans death to be happy. He wasn't like any other alpha's, he was finely built, he was tall, with solid build muscular feature and strength of seven men all together.

He was wicked and no one dares to mention that in front of him, unless they'll get their head chopped off. He hunt in the night with his henchmen, raiding to wipe out packs he considered weaker and kept most of them as slaves in an hidden part of his mansion.

Raphael sat on his brown leather couch, sipping a liquor while he smoothed his beard with his fingers. As he sip the last liquor in his cup one of his henchmen pushed open the door and walked in haste.

"What brings you to my presence on the dawn of day?" Raphael asked, his voice sounding deep and deadly.

Jack stopped on his track and tugged his hands behind him. "One of the men you sent last night on the lane wood arena, was attacked by a weak night howler."

Raphael stared at him with gritted teeth as he tired to conceal the sudden anger that was raising within him.

"But luckily I and the rest were able to capture the weakling and brought him to our mist at the moment," Jack continued with tilted gaze to the ground.

Raphael groaned slamming his hand against the table next to him. "Take him to the annihilation chamber, I'll meet up the you."

Jack walked out immediately. As soon as Jack left, Raphael stood up and walked toward the huge cupboard in the farthest corner. He clicked on the button next to the door and it slung open, displaying daggers of all varieties.

"Which one is it going to?" He hummed to himself, he picked the short knife-like one and slide it in the dagger pocket in his belt. With another sip he made his way out, as he walked down the hallway with marble tile sparking beneath his feet.

He nudged the door open and saw his four henchmen standing around a guy tied with strong rope and was on his knees, a sweet smile played across his lips as he walked further.

"So, you're the one that attacked my men?" He asked playing with the word between his teeth. His henchmen made a pathway for him with the circle. He walked further and was shocked when he saw the guy that was the attacker, he was a young college student with blond hair and green eyes. "What's the meaning of this?"

Raphael looked up at Jack the leader of his henchmen group. "This was the attacker, where did this worm learnt to attack a man?"

Jack stepped forward slightly frightened. "You can underestimate him, he has a strength of a fully grown wolf."

Raphael stared at the boy for a while. The was unconscious and had tattoo mark of the pack he belonged to on his neck region, a lion head figure. He touched the spot where the tattoo mark was on the boy neck and the boy gasped, looking around in fear as his blurry vision started to become clearer.

"So, you're the worm that tried to fight my men?" Raphael asked his hand reaching to touch the boy jawline.

The boy snickered with gritted teeth, struggling to get out of the rope that was used to tie his hand but it was too strong for him to get out of. "Let me go you punk!"

"What's your name?" Raphael asked leaning close to the guy.

The guy gnashed at the Raphael almost having a huge part of the alpha's ear in his mouth. When Raphael noticed the boy attempt, he smacked him on his face and the boy winced in pain. He struggled making an attempt to change into a wolf but Raphael smacked him on the neck and brought out his dagger.

"You little pest, your wolf strength is like that of a wood pecker," he shouted.

But as soon as the boy fully transform into a wolf–his strength was something Raphael hadn't seen before, the henchmen shattered forming a human shield around the alpha as they struggled to keep the angry wolf away from him.

The boy defeated two of the henchmen, killing them at the spot, he made his way toward the alpha urging himself forward and pushing away the two henchmen around him, he urged himself forward ready to dive his teeth into the alpha body but as he came further he power start to drain from him and soon he became weak.

Raphael stabbed the boy in the stomach region and smacked him with the dagger twice, the boy fell to the ground turning into his human form and was dead. Raphael grin and cleaned the dagger on the boy's body until he was sure there was blood left on it.

He turned to Jack who had a scratch on his body. "Take out the trash and ordain new members to the ground, we'll hunt around Bradenton college tonight."

Jack eyes widened at the decision that the alpha had made, he knew that area wasn't filled with innocent humans probably student hanging around at night. But he couldn't do anything and didn't want to oppose his master decision toward hunting, he started at the two dead bodies of his colleagues with the thought of the rest of them like him that had lost their lives.

Karen Pov

As I made my way to the library, I spotted Mila, June and some other students standing opposite a giant board which was situated at the entrance of the building. They didn't look so happy at all, Mila was holding a poster on her hand. She placed it on the board and collected a red pin from June, June didn't looked so good either. She wrapped her arms around her body with the sense of black outfit, Mila wasn't excluded either.

Did somebody died? I asked myself as I made my way to meet them confused. As I approached them the first thing my eyes went to was the board, fear crept my heart as I stared the board once more. It was filled with pictures of students who had died, and not just one about hundreds. Some recorded as missing and others having the red pin on them to indicate their death.

"Holy cow, there's just so much records of death than the students in this school," my voice hitched in my throat.

Mila turned to me with sadness plastered on her face, she lowered her gaze trying not to make eye contact with me.

"What happened to all of them?" I asked curiously.

June opened her mouth to say something but Mila interrupted her. "The animals attacked again last night." She exchange stares with June who didn't offer a word. "They killed our friend and course mate."

"I have class to attend, see you guys later," June mumbled with a thin-lipped smile which was obvious was came out forcefully before she walked away.

"What's wrong with this damn animals, why do they go about killing student," I complained as we walked toward the library together.

"No one knows what kind of animal they are and I'm sure the track team didn't know either," Mila replied.

My eyes widened at her last words. "Track team," I tasted the words in my mouth, it does taste like a solution to the problem to me.

Mila sighed. "Due to the several animal attack in Bradenton college, the school authorities came together to bring up a college research investigation teams. They call them the track team, because they are constantly tracking down the trace of this animals."

As Mila continued to explain further to me, I began to feel relieved within my soul. I've finally found where I was meant to be–I was meant to be a member of the track team.

"Where's their base located?" I asked.

She turned to me with confused eye lashes. "Don't tell me you want to join the track team?"

I toyed with the pen on my hand. "I didn't say so, I'm just admiring." I tried to act all cool around her.

"Don't at all," she gave me a serious look. "That's like signing your death certificate yourself."

I sighed. "Okay? You're right. I was thinking of joining the track team." She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her with a finger raise up. "But not for a selfish reason, I'm really curious about what this animals are and why they're constantly killing students."

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Mila muttered and walked away angrily. The way she said the last words made it obvious that she knew something regarding the killing and was trying so hard to hide it from me.

I stood at a spot for a while thinking of what Mila was trying to hide, I watched her as she walked into the hallway while I made my way to the library.

*****

"I want to join the track team," I told Mr Rogers as he sat against his shining polished desk with fingers crossed on the table and eyes staring at me like I was about to commit suicide and he was my therapist or life coach.

He winked his eyes and rubbed his balded hair with his palm, before adjusting his eyes glasses.

"So, Miss Norway. You're saying you want to join a team that goes into the woods at night, searching for activities of some weird animals that kills faster than diseases?" He asked.

I nodded slightly.

He smirked with a slight chuckled. "I think you need to reconsider your decision, Miss Norway. According to what I'm staring at right here." he lifted the sheets of papers that contained my details. "You've only spent three weeks in Huston, that's not enough to want to die for this city."

I tried not to take notice of the fact that Mr Rogers was trying to convinced me to change my mind. My determination was stronger than his words. "Yes, sir. I'd love to join the team."

He sighed and grabbed a read pen from his desk and asked me to sign below a straight line at the bottom of the paper, when I was done signing. He brought out a blue pen and did the same and then stamp the paper.

"Hall five, that's the meeting ground and take this." He stretched forth a red pen with a bold TRACK TEAM printed on it. "Give this to Mrs Howard, she'll be your mentor, I wish you good luck."

I collected the pen from him and left his office. The hallway was bursting with students almost at every region, as I made my way to hall five. The hall was at the top floor of the building, and the hall number written in bold red paint. The thought of the way they used red as a way to scare people away made me think they were actually weird and must've loose knots.

Confirmation to my thoughts, it was written at the middle of the door to the entrance of the hall. 'If you don't have loose knot or not ready to die, don't bother pushing this door open'

I mean, who in the hell will see a death sentence and still gladly embraced it. I don't have loose knots and the thought of being around people who had, made me want to resign from the team even without getting to know what's behind the door.