Good Girl, Bad Alpha

Bad Alpha

Alexander's point of view**

I punch him right in the stomach, twice. He doubles over in pain, holding his abdomen with one hand and using his other hand to support his body weight against the ropes. This is my opportunity, the perfect shot. I throw an energized punch aiming for his head, contacting it with ease. This sends my opponent backwards, landing with his back against the hard floor. "Okay, okay, I'm done. I'm done. You win!" he calls out, putting his hands up over his face to protect himself from my fists of fury. I chuckle and reach out to help him up, dragging him upwards with ease. He refuses my help, swatting my hands out of his way and pushing himself up off the ground using the remainder of his strength. "You are too strong," he complains, wiping the drop of blood from the cut on his cheek. "No such thing as too strong," I mutter, pulling the boxing gloves off my hands. "You are too strong for me. You need to find a different training partner," James complains. "Nobody else will fight me. You are the only fool who is stupid enough to get in the ring with me," I explain and laugh. James laughs too. He knows that this is the truth. "Maybe try expanding to different packs," he suggests. "You have beaten every single opponent from this pack, everyone fears you here," he adds. "Good. That is how you maintain respect and power," I remind him. "The words of a wise man sir," says James with a laugh. I pick up a towel and wipe the sweat off my face. Not that there is much there anyways. These fights are becoming too boring, too easy. "What are your plans for the weekend?" Asks James. I know well where this conversation is going. "So you heard?" I ask and step out of the boxing ring in the search for my phone. "It is the talk of the town. The Alphas son finally has a duty he cannot refuse," he informs me. I chuckle. "I knew it would catch up to me sooner than later. I just did not expect it to be this. Some stupid babysitting job. As if it is my job to protect some spoilt Princess," I state and unlock my phone to find a few missed calls and messages from a range of people. This is not uncommon for me. I do pride myself on my popularity. Especially with the women. "So are you going to do it?" asks James. I nod while focusing my attention on the text messages. These girls are getting too desperate. I need a break. Maybe this out of town job will be good for me. Change in the scenery, some new clubs and some new women. "Do you need a second in command?" asks James, snapping my attention away from the phone. "No, I can handle this myself. I already have a team allocated to me. I do prefer to do things alone but apparently, this woman is too precious to just have one person protecting her. She needs an entire army," I say and laugh. What do these people think is going to happen to her? Over exaggeration, if you ask me. She can't be that precious. "I heard she's very important. The future Luna Supreme," James informs me. I roll my eyes. "The Supreme's are overrated. I bet I could take on their top warrior one-on-one and defeat him with my eyes closed. That is a title you are born into and not one you work for," I explain. James nods in agreement. "I must go meet my father so he can introduce me to this team of warriors before tomorrow's event. Thanks for the match, same time again next week?" I ask James and he smiles. "You know where to find me," he responds as I gather my belongings and make my way back to our packhouse.

The second I walk in through the front door I hear my father's condescending voice. "The least you could have done is take a shower, I could smell your sweat from the driveway," he comments, turning his nose away from me in disgust. I roll my eyes. "Apologies, I forgot you don't sweat," I remark and begin walking up the stairs. "Just give me 15 minutes and ill be just how you like me, clean and proper," I state as he begins to fade into the distance. Am I aware of the fact that I am a disappointment to my father? Absolutely. He never approves of anything I do or say. Training, he hates it. Parties, he hates it. Do not get me started on the women I date. He frowns upon that the most. I constantly get lectures about how I should wait for my mate to come around and how I will regret every woman I have slept with after I meet her. I don't believe in mates. I am too 'broken' to have a mate. There's nobody out there for me, it is all a stupid fairytale. My father met my mother when they were young and they 'instantly connected' and he expects the same for me. That is just never going to happen.

When I get to my bedroom I lock the door behind me. I am a private man. The door to my bedroom is always closed. Nobody has access to this bedroom. It is a sacred place for me. Not even the women I hook up with are allowed here. They always stay in the guest room. I pull the sweaty t-shirt off me and throw it in the washing basket, it is now the maid's problem. My shorts and boxers follow suit until I am completely bare. I let the shower run for a few seconds to allow for the hot water to pass through. Once I step into the shower, I immediately feel my muscles relax. Showering is one of my favourite ways to recover from training. You cannot beat the hot stream of water beating against my back muscles, drenching my black hair and beard. I stand in the hot stream for a few moments enjoying the warmth on my chest, shoulders and abdomen before beginning to wash all the sweat and dirt off my body. Not long after that, I am disturbed by a loud knock on my bedroom door. "Hurry up son you will be late!" calls my father. I sigh. A moment of peace. That is all I want. Just a moment to myself. I switch off the water, almost like turning my happiness off once again.

I get dressed in the usual clothes that I am required to wear on duties like this. Yes, I have done it before. The one downside to being one of the most powerful men in the werewolf society is having to protect others. Frequently. Especially little princesses like this one. Makes me quite popular with the ladies. A black shirt, black trousers and black shoes. I comb my hair back and fix my short beard. I like how the beard looks on me, makes me look a little scruffy. A little more dangerous. I meet my father by the front door. A huge oak door that is big enough to fit a crowd through at once. One thing that my father and I do agree on is interior design. He has good taste. "Do I have to go through the rules with you again or will you behave this time?" my father questions with a raised eyebrow. I roll my eyes at him. I get the same talk each time we go on a mission together. "I know, I know. Stick to the job, do not leave, follow instructions," I repeat without having to think about it. I hate when he treats me like a child. I am well able to follow instructions, I just decide not to. "And no hooking up with the girl," he warns me. I can't help but laugh. "Don't worry, I am gone off the women now. I am too focused on training. Women are too draining," I inform him. He chuckles. Another thing we agree on. Speaking of women, just as we are ready to leave, my mother comes running down the stairs. She has a box in each hand. "Wait! Wait! You forgot these!" she yells as she tries her best not to trip over her small feet as she runs down the steps as fast as she can. When she reaches me she hands me both boxes. I look down at them and find them both labelled with our names. 'Alexander' for me and 'John' for my father. "It's some food to keep you strong and energized!" she informs us with a huge smile on her face. My mother is a very caring and kind person. She looks after us and makes sure we are always comfortable. I am very thankful for my mother. She helps bring some calm into my hectic life. "Thanks, mom," I chirp and kiss her on the cheek before leaving the house, leaving my father to say goodbye to his wife. They have the kind of love and bond I will never have, and that does not bother me. I am happy with the way my life currently is. I do not need anyone else bothering me on a daily basis.

When we reach the event location it still has not started so there are not many people there. This is how I like it. The ability to scan the area before it gets crowded allows me to better understand my job. It also allows me to get a grip on where the possible threats may be coming from. For the safety of the girl, I usually walk around the premises at least twice to ensure everything is secure. After my walk, I am introduced to the team for which I am also responsible today. A group of 8 well-trained warriors from the Supreme pack. Despite them all being officially better trained than me, I could win a fight with each and every one of them, and they know it so they respect me. They all bow their heads as my father introduces each one of them by name and speciality. The last of the 8 is a young man, who looks no older than 18. "What age are you boy?" I ask him after my father introduces him as Thomas. He confirms my original suspicion that he is only 18. I nod. "You are very young to be on a job like this," I comment. The boy looks down at his feet as if he is ashamed. "I respect that," I confirm. I can see a small smile creep onto his face before he quickly gathers himself and wipes it off. "A good team," I whisper to my father who seems to be just as pleased as I am. Once the time comes, people start gathering at the premises making it fill up quickly. Moments like this are critical for my team. I watch them closely to ensure that none of them is panicked or threatened by the increasing crowd. So far they all seem calm and collected. A good sign. I see my father coming towards me in the crowd. I wish I could just slide into the crowd of people to avoid him, but in situations like this, communication is key. When he reaches me, he leans in and whispers "the bird has landed, 15 minutes to entry." I know exactly what that means, but I cannot focus on my father's words. My mind seems to be in a swirl. "Repeat that please," I ask and he does as he is asked. "The bird has landed. 15 minutes to entry," he repeats. I nod and he walks away. I can feel my team's eyes on me as they await orders, but I feel lost. What is wrong with me. I shake my head and look around the room. There are many smells in this room, many people and usually, I can make out each individual scent. But not today. There is one recent which stands out to me. I do not know where it is coming from. Or who it belongs to. But I am extremely drawn to it. My wolf is becoming increasingly on edge. It feels like he is trying to warn me about something. My heart is racing as it has never done before. I cannot let this take control of me. So instead of persuing this unusual feeling, I snap out of it. I make the gesture to my team to take their agreed positions, we need to move quickly if we are to make it on time for the girl to be safe when she makes her entrance.

I make a mental note that everyone is in their position and then head to the top of the room. We are currently in a massive ballroom with only one entrance, if I position myself right, I will have the perfect view of the entire room. I inhale deeply trying to calm my racing heart. The reason for this is still unknown to me but right now is not the time to think about it. I have a job to do and failing at this will not only ruin my reputation, it will cause me a lot of trouble and grief. So as much as I dislike these sorts of tasks, they are important to my social status. When the ballroom door opens a few security men walk in first. But I am not too focused on them. Instead I am overly focused on the heightened smell that I smelt earlier. The smell that has my wolf going crazy. I never lose control of my wolf, but at this moment control seems extremely difficult. My instincts want to kick in and my wolf is demanding to go towards the source of the smell. And for the first time in my life, I go against my beliefs and follow my wolf instead. I step down from my post without hesitation and join the crowd. This way I lose sight of the entrance which I was tasked to guard. I am now among the other wolves on the dance floor, pushing my way forward. This is difficult as everyone is almost just as eager to move forward to get a glance of the special guests which I swore to protect. Despite being surrounded by hundreds of smells of various wolves from different packs, I can only smell one thing and it is driving me crazy.

I notice my team looking panicked from the sides of the room. They are unsure of what to do, they did not receive an order. But that is the least of my concerns, I am on a mission to find the source of this enticing smell. 'Son get back to position,' I hear my father's voice iny head. I always open my mind link to my father when we are securing an event together. Generally I leave my mind link secured from anyone else. I decide to ignore my father's demands and continue pushing past the crowd. 'Tell the team to stay put,' I command. The closer I get to the door the more excited my wolf gets, indicating that I am on the right path. I push and squeeze among the crowd, growing increasingly frustrated by the obstacles caused. Do these wolves not realize who I am? They need to get out of my way now! As the frustration grows, I become more determined to get through the crowd, I start shoving people in various directions causing some eyes to turn to me in judgement. Perhaps the beat labeled security doesn't mean anything to them. 'Son stand down you are getting to close to the target!' I hear my father again. Now I decide to block him off too. This seems to frustrate him as I hear him moving through the crowd in my direction. But he is too late. I have now reached the top of the room to the source of this incredible smell.

At first I come in contact with four security men who are looking at me with a puzzled face. They stand up tall to try assert their dominance but that does not intimidate me. The whole room froze and everyone is looking directly at me now. I growl at the security guards demanding for them to move out of my way. They are the only thing standing between me and my target. That's when I hear it. The most beautiful voice my wars have ever heard. A voice which both calms and excites me. A voice which sounds completely unfamiliar to me yet has a huge impact on my wolf. 'Why did we stop?' she asks. I look the security guards in the eye one after the other and after the exchange looks they finally step out of my way, revealing what I was searching for. A woman. Her smell, her voice, her beautiful being standing before me just as confused as I am. We stare at each other for a moment, both unsure of what to do and what this means. Does she feel the same way as I do or am I losing my mind. It feels like the time around us has frozen and despite there being hundreds of people in the room, I cannot think of anyone but her. That's when it hits me. As my wolf mutters the word 'mate' it feels like my whole world comes crashing down in seconds. This can't be. I need to snap out of it. I will not allow it. This is not what my life is about to become. I take a deep breath and bow my head at her softly before exhaling deeply and walking away.