power
584 Words
Xander's pov
“What's all the noise about this early in the morning?” I grumbled, glancing at Tristen, who was walking alongside me. We were heading to the main tower for a meeting. I didn’t have classes today, so I was scheduled to be tied up from 7 a.m. until just before lunch.
As we passed through the hallways, students had their heads poking out of windows and balconies. Some were even shirtless.
“Don’t know, but from the comments, it’s probably our new student causing the ruckus—intentionally or unintentionally,” Tristen replied.
“Whatever. It’s none of my business,” I scoffed, brushing off his response. Knowing Tristen, he’d probably want me to intervene, but I had no intention of getting involved with that girl. For Jonathan’s sake, I hoped she’d realize how out of place she was and retreat back to her peaceful little pink dollhouse world. Because here, she was just playing with fire, and I wasn’t in the mood to get caught up in it due to the promise I’d made her brother.
“Tch, how heartless can you be?” Tristen huffed. “Your friend and beta asked you for a favor, and this is what you’re going to do? Really, Xander? You’re going to head a meeting that’s being held against her? Can’t you just humor the kid and send her home?”
He had a point. The meeting we were heading to had been called because of her. I was part of the student council, and as president of that ridiculous council, I had to answer to the old men who had nothing better to do than complain about a 17-year-old. If it weren’t for my father, I would’ve quit this job a long time ago. I had better things to do with my time.
“How can you space out while I’m talking like that?” Tristen snapped, throwing the board he was holding at me. It was covered with all the points those old men wanted to discuss. I quickly dodged it, my reflexes sharp—just to get on his nerves.
It didn’t give me the reaction I wanted, though. Instead, I could see how genuinely concerned he was about the girl. I sighed. “Look, she’s holding out just fine. Give her a few days, and she’ll leave. You won’t have to worry about her anymore, okay?” I said, trying to reassure him.
He just stared at me, his silence heavy. I hated that look. His eyes became unsettling when he did this, and if I weren’t such an exceptional alpha, I might have cowered under his gaze. But was I wrong? Was I being heartless? I didn’t think so. I wasn’t acting any differently than I always had.
As these thoughts crossed my mind, we turned a corner and faced the front of the building, where more knuckleheads had gathered. They suddenly erupted into screams and laughter, which piqued my curiosity.
“What’s going on?” Tristen asked from behind them, startling the life out of the group. They immediately straightened up, falling into a line before us, even the alphas. It didn’t matter that Tristen was a beta. The reason was simple: we were power. Our word was law.
I led one of the strongest packs in the country, a pack that rivaled the Alpha King and his royal family—a pack they were trying desperately to destroy. And that was how they got to Jonathan…
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