A alpha unsettled
1034 Words
POV Jensen
I don’t know why I let myself get talked into things like this.
The only reason I transferred to this school was because I promised one of my closest friends. That I’d check on his sister and I needed information.
The Alpha here.
Warwick.
I had to know if he was an ally or an enemy.
My father ruled one of the largest packs in the region. He led with an iron fist, but he was fair. If you worked hard, trained hard, and proved yourself, he respected you.
Warwick, though.
Everything I’d heard about him was bad.
Still, the way he ran his pack didn’t necessarily mean we couldn’t use him as an ally. His warriors were strong—borderline unhinged, from what I’d been told—but strong.
And strength was always useful.
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Walking through Blue Hills High, I noticed the mix of scents straight away.
Different packs.
Different territories.
Schools were neutral ground—always had been. We still had to blend in, follow human laws at least on the surface.
Some packs kept their own schools, but most of us were sent into the human world. It was smarter that way.
We needed to learn more than just pack politics.
And sometimes our mates weren’t wolves.
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The halls felt like a breeding ground.
The stronger your bloodline, the more attention you got.
And I got a lot of attention.
I knew exactly what I looked like and what it did to people.
The scent of arousal hit me from every direction. Humans couldn’t control it. She-wolves didn’t even try.
Pathetic.
I wasn’t interested.
I’d slept with some of them before just to pass the time but that was it. No strings. No lies. I made that clear from the start.
If they wanted fun, fine.
But I wasn’t offering anything more.
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My first class was with Mr Miller.
I’d known him my whole life my mother’s cousin. He’d been keeping an eye on Warwick’s daughter for me.
Freya.
Information. Leverage.
That’s all she was supposed to be.
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But the moment I walked into the room everything shifted.
I felt her before I saw her.
Alpha blood.
Strong. Undeniable.
And then I caught her scent.
Citrus—orange, lemon, grapefruit—with a sharp hint of lime.
Fresh. Bright.
But underneath it’s something darker.
Sadness.
Anger.
And faintly
Blood.
Recent.
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I looked at her properly then.
She sat at the back, shoulders slightly hunched, like she was trying to disappear.
That didn’t make sense.
She was Alpha-born.
She should have been untouchable.
Instead she looked small.
Guarded.
Like she was waiting for something bad to happen.
That didn’t sit right.
Any other she-wolf acting like that around an Alpha would be torn apart socially—or worse.
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I introduced myself to the class, forcing my usual confidence into place.
God, I hated this part.
New people. Small talk. Pretending I cared.
Most of them meant nothing to me. No value to me. No value to my pack.
Still appearances mattered.
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Then I moved to take a seat.
The only one left
Next to her.
Freya.
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The closer I got, the stronger her scent became.
Fear.
Not of me, but of what I was.
My status.
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“Why are you scared?” I asked, more forcefully than I meant to.
My eyes flickered, my wolf pushing closer to the surface.
She flinched.
Like I’d just raised a hand to hit her.
Shit.
That reaction wasn’t normal.
Not even close.
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“I’m… not,” she said quickly. “I just prefer to be alone. You know… studying and all.”
She was lying.
I could hear it in her voice. Feel it in the way her body tightened.
I needed to shift this.
Gain her trust.
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“It wouldn’t hurt to be friends with a powerful wolf,” I said, leaning back slightly. “Especially an Alpha-born with amazing eyes.”
She snorted.
Not amused.
“Yeah, that might work on Betas and Omegas,” she said flatly. “They think being a Luna is some kind of dream.”
Her eyes locked onto mine.
“I know the reality. Alphas are born to control. And anything that can’t be controlled gets beaten, or worse.”
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That shut me up for a second.
No one talked to me like that.
No one.
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But she wasn’t wrong.
Too many Alphas abused their power. Took instead of earned.
My father wasn’t like that.
He’d had a true mate—chosen by the Moon Goddess. She died giving birth to my sister.
And he still stood strong.
For us. For the pack.
For our family.
Later, he chose another mate. Not the same—but close enough. Someone I’d protect with my life.
That’s what an Alpha was supposed to be.
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“I don’t know what you think an Alpha is,” I said quietly, “but I would never beat a woman. Or anyone. Not for power.”
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She just stared at me.
Really stared.
Her eyes darkened for a split second, something shifting beneath the surface, before the colour came back.
Then she smiled.
Not warm.
Not soft.
Sharp.
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And just like that, she turned away and went back to her work.
Like I hadn’t just said anything at all.
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What the hell was wrong with this girl?
If she’d held my gaze any longer, I would’ve thought she was challenging me.
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For the next thirty minutes, we worked in silence.
I kept glancing at her, waiting for something—anything.
Nothing.
Most girls would’ve jumped at the attention.
She didn’t even acknowledge it.
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The bell rang.
She packed up her things and stood.
Then she turned back to me, eyes bright, that same slight smirk on her lips.
“Freya.”
It took me a second to realise—
She was telling me her name.
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“Jensen,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes as she walked off.
“I know. You told the whole class.”
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And just like that, she was gone.
Leaving me standing there
Completely thrown.
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