Heart Of Life

Chapter 3

Samika's POV

I open my eyes to broad daylight. I blink a few times to adjust to the clear vision. I look around and notice that there is no damn clock here.

I grab my phone to see that it's already way past morning and close to noon. I yawn and sit on the bed. Not as comfortable as the beds I am used to, but not the worst either. Considering that this is by far the luxurious bed, is concerning. How are people from other packs sleeping? On beds hard as rocks??

Last night, Devon asked me to sleep in the Alpha's room but I denied. The last time I was here, I saw Alpha Jerome ask Gladys to get naked and wait for him in his room. I don't want to imagine what all he must have done in that room.

I take a quick shower and wear the nicest clothes I packed before I came here. I'll need more clothes if I am going to stay here for a few more weeks. Months even, I am not sure.

I walk downstairs to see everyone doing something or the other. The house is clean but they are still cleaning. Or probably acting like they are cleaning. I noticed this when I first came here too.

I sit on the couch as I observe the Omegas here. Their ranks might be low and they might be weak, but that doesn't make them any less of a living being. I wonder what I can do for them.

"Where is Gladys?" I ask a man who might be in his late thirties. He is scrawny and hardly has any muscle on his body.

"Gladys!!!" He screams for her and it's more of a screech than a scream.

Gladys rushes from the kitchen and she looks horrified. She is even shaking a little in fear. Alpha Jerome and his doings are still a pain in the ass, even after he is dead and buried under the ground.

"It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm not mad," I tell her and she relaxes a little, but still worried and afraid.

"Where is Devon?" I ask her.

"At the training grounds probably. He monitors all of it," she says and I smile at her thanking her.

I stand up to go meet him but Gladys calls me, making me turn towards her again.

"What do you want me to cook for you, Alpha? For lunch??" She asks me.

"What do you usually cook?" I ask her back.

"A several dishes so Alpha likes to eat whatever he is in mood for. The rest, we Omegas eat," she says.

"That's too much work. Just cook the same food for everyone. I am fine with it," I tell her and turn around again.

Just when I am at the main door, I heard the man tell Gladys,"she is not as bad as we assumed"

I smiled at that and walked out. I went to the training grounds two days ago. And I witnessed Devon almost tearing off an entire arm of his opponent. Not a pretty sight but that's just how Devon is.

Everyone makes way for me. And the word Alpha seems foreign to me. But that's how people call me now so I need to get used to it.

I look like an i***t, smiling as I walk forward. Because no one is even looking at me but I am still smiling at them.

I reach the training grounds. And I see Devon sitting on the chair and everyone else on the ground. There is an empty chair beside Devon. He whips his head towards me, probably catching my scent. And he smiles at me. He is usually a smirk kind of person so his smile caught me off guard for a second there.

I walk further and sit by his side.

"Good afternoon, Alpha" people around me greet me.

"Good afternoon," I greet them back and they are shocked by my greeting again. These people are being shocked for bare minimum, and that only shows what a failure Alpha Jerome was.

"What's happening?" I ask Devon as I look at someone in the rink, and he looks like he is warming up.

The rink is nothing but something these people made from scratch. It is actually impressive. A huge circle that is actually filled with soft sand and the borders of the circle are sealed with thick jute ropes.

"He is the Gamma. Tyler. And he is about to choose his opponent for the combat. Usually me," Devon shrugs.

"Why is it usually you?" I ask Devon as I look at him.

"Because I am the best at this, and people tend to learn a lot faster when they see me do it," he says again. I look at his hazel eyes again and why does he look so happy whenever he looks at me? Because his eyes don't shine the way they do when he is looking at anyone else. I don't know if I should feel good about it or not.

Just as Devon said, Tyler looks at Devon and tilts his head asking him to join him. Tyler is probably in his late twenties. He is a ginger head and I cannot seem to get a clear look on his eye color. He is tall like Devon, probably an inch or so shorter.

On count of three, the pack usually screamed in unison.. both Devon and Tyler both lunged at each other. They have been blocking one another's punches very skillfully and it's a delight to see a fight with no blood involved.

The crowd doesn't look very excited though. But when Devon successfully throws a powerful punch towards Tyler, he falls down as blood starts dripping from the corner of his upper lip. Only then, the crowd started cheering.

These people really seem to love violence.

I don't focus on the rest of the fight knowing Devon would easily win. And my eyes started searching for Nyle through the crowd. I can't find him anywhere.

What if he went to pack house for me? What if he is waiting at his house for me? I try calling him but it goes straight into voicemail.

I grow a little irritated and contemplate if I should leave or stay here. But I don't know what else I got to do. I am waiting for Devon to come back and tell me everything so I can start working. Or at least do something.

The crowd cheers louder, making me look towards the rink. As expected, Devon emerged as the winner while Tyler was on the ground. Even though Tyler lost, he is smiling through his bloody teeth. That's what sportsmanship is, I suppose.

"Now I have an open challenge," Devon screams, making everyone go silent. It is also crazy how Devon's scream alone overpowered the cheers and screams from an entire pack. It's chilling actually, to hold that level of command in a voice.

"Our new Alpha," he says and my eyes go wide at what he just said.

"Alpha Samika, I am challenging you to come into the rink and beat me," he smirks at me very well knowing I am not really a fighter.

I thought I was growing softer on him, but now this is making me hate him. I slightly shake my head at him but he walks towards me and grabs my hand.

Thanks to those stupid sparks, I stand up just like that and follow him into the rink.

"I am not a fighter," I whisper as I glare at him.

"Says the one who killed Alpha Jerome," he says, not even referring to his father as dad or father.

"You can do this, love. Beat me and make them believe in you," Devon says with a smirk and takes a step backwards standing in his defensive stance.

I look around and everyone looks at us curiously. Should I do this for them to believe in me?

I look at Devon again, and I only know that I am going to take this personally. Because I really want to break his bones right now.