The Dying Alpha

The wind howled and the dry leaves rustled. The autumn had just begun and Tristin always wonder why the humans find it hard to adjust to the change of weather. It is something they go through almost every year but they never fail to complain about how the weather changed has affected them. He watched through his window as the road got busy. Being among the eldest werewolves alive had it own advantage to him but that didn't make him change any bit. He owns most of the companies in the country and across, but then he was hidden to the world. He is only known as the young man who lives in the apartments, hangs out less and maybe, visited by two or three friends per week. Tristin knew better than anyone to trust the new generation of humans. Over the years, he knew the true colors of humans. But still, he had made some whom are in his life till date. Among them is his long friend who happens to handle all his businesses. TTS is the initial of his name and also that of his last father's. Tristin Thomas is his full name and if he is to say the truth, then he would change it. The name rather attracts more him more attention and questions whenever he told someone his full name. There was a time a particular man who almost revealed to his friends who his identity is. He was fast to react and the man's memory was wiped out. Then he got a mind relief and filed for a change of name. The government had said they would send him a mail when the deed has been done and he is still waiting for them. He was never a fan of facial meetings, neither is he a fan of the new technology generation. He did everything as Harold told him to do through an online page and he submitted it the moment he was done or maybe, not. He sipped the herbs tea he had made. "Oh no." He exclaimed. The tea had gotten cold and the spike of the tea which made it hard for him to take more. He moved away from the windows before he hands to the sink and dropped the cup. He pressed a call to Harold. The old wit had ignored him for a vacation with his family. He was not against that but he should at least check up on him by calling him. He likes the attention that comes from Harold sometimes. He crawled up on his arm chair like he always do, checking through the Netflix account Harold had set up for him. Life this days has no meaning to him and then his dreams is almost becoming a reality when he finally finds the right portion. His mistress had traveled out for a modeling job, moreover adding to his misery. The corny woman had said nothing about the journey or when she will return but he hopes she does return early. The boredom is becoming something he can't lives with anymore and he hates how slow the world is rotating. A gentle knock on the door startled him and he stood up to check it. He was not expecting anyone and he wonders how that person went across the guards. He had informed them not to let anyone in without his knowledge and they did. He checked the door monitor, only to come across a face in make up. A female face. With a shrugged, he opened the door. He has nothing to fear as no human can do more harm to him, well except if they use his weakness. The silhouette made it way into the hall way. He watched with keen interest and attention. "Phoebe?" He called out. She was too drunk to look at him. He could hear her giggles. He sighed as he dragged her to his body and headed for the bedroom. For his mistress to come home drunk, something must have happened while she was at work. She always complained of being a public figure as her choice is always been questioned. A young werewolf as he is who has no intention of turning into a human or dying soon. Perfect is underrated word to describe her. Even though, their relationship is a fling and Phoebe wants nothing more than hitting the bed with him, he wished sometimes they would be more. He craved for that longness and can’t seem to quench it down with her. But then no human will be able to put up with him and his constant desires like Phoebe does. “Why did you drink this much?” He scoffs as he sniffed in the contaminated air. If there is anything he hates also, then it will be the reek of alcohol made by humans. He likes his alcohol homemade and he is always the one to make it. He thought Phoebe does too until she met a new senior fashion manager who is adamant to make her change her ways. And the fashion manager knows about her real identity, then he would have dropped her matter and move away from her. “I felt like it. And beside Tate was paying.” She giggled. Tate is another werewolf who is way younger than them. Tristin considered her his little sister that he had lost to human battles. He was also name after his sister as he is her guardian. Tate is a college student at the age of 150 years with her undercover age of 18. It was much believable due to her facial expressions and looks. And nobody has ever doubted her. “I will have a word with for doing such. She is not allowed to mingle with humans at large, not to talk of even taking their made alcohol. I will pull her ears when I see her next.” He ranted as he moved to pass Phoebe a cup of water. She stood up to sit up right. “Loosen up a bit.” She voiced out in a low tone and he got it. “It is not like she is getting into danger.” She added before she passed out on the bed. He pulled the covers on her before he picked the keys to his car. As the years passed out, he had grown over to be obsessed with cars. Even though, technology is not something he likes. He never hesitate to purchase a new released car. Tristin is like that. Looks like an open book but no one can read him out. No one, even Harold gave it a try but failed. He revved the black Mercedes Benz that Harold dropped for him. Having more than a car in the car garage will get him a lot of questions. “You can’t do this.” He heard a harsh voice said. He decided to ignore it. It was not his place to know what is going on. “Really? You think I can’t. I want you out of my apartment before I return.” A faint female voice uttered and he lost it. Now he wants to know why and what is the reason she wants him out of her apartment. As long as he can remember, they are those couples that can’t keep their hand to themselves and also don’t miss any opportunity to bang each other. He does hear them at the middle of the night or the day he once caught them in the elevator. He could not take it and took the stairs, luckily of him, no one was there so he used his power to fly over to the first floor. He heard a crack or two. “I gave you everything you ever wanted. The money, attention and also the s*x but all of a sudden you want to dump me? Why?” The male voice carried out, making him cringe. It is so sad of him to actually cry for a lady. This is why he never likes all the new generation of the human ladies. They are corny. He knows the remaining werewolf ladies are bond to marry a werewolf unless they make a difference or after they have become human also. But that is a lot. He heard as the lady took slow strides to his car. It took him by surprise when he heard her heart beating faster than normal. One of his talent. “Hey boo. I didn’t know you were here already.” The lady said as she pulled him in for a hug before she gave his lips a peck. “Act along please. I need to discard him.” She whispered to his ears seductively and scared. He has no intention to interfere with human matters. He has been avoiding their problems for a long time, only for his neighbor to drag him into one now. “Really Danna? This is how you want to end things? Sure, you are free to go but remember you will pay the price.” He threatened before leaving the garage.