Alpha Dominik

11

"My eyes?" I repeated without understanding.

He sighed and massaged his forehead with one hand, he had all the appearance of a father talking to a very slow baby.

"You know, your eyes. Those two things in your head that allow you to see this great guy in front of you"

"I know what eyes are, asshole!" I interrupted him. My fear gave way to boredom and anger. This guy was like a roller coaster, he was taking me from one emotion to the other in the blink of an eye. "I just don't understand why the hell you're talking to me about eyes right now."

He scowled at me.

"Have you not noticed the color they are? Have no idea what they mean?"

I scowl back at him, preferring anger over fear from just seconds ago. Of course, I know what color they are, everyone in this pack knows they are green. As for what they mean ... well there I had already lost myself a bit. Of course, I knew they made me different, all Wolves, not just from my pack but from all of them, have a limited number of eye colors that describe the rank of each Wolf.

Yellow for Alpha, Gold for Beta, Gray for Omega, and Brown for Delta. Green eyes were a rarity, an aberration. I used to ask it a lot when I was little, but no one ever gave me an answer.

One day after talking about it, Jason asked his father. He came to our hiding place at the end of the conversation and told me that his father had simply shrugged his shoulders and told him that the best explanation for it was that there was something abnormal in me or simply that there was too much humanity in me and therefore my eyes were green and not properly cubs.

But the way this guy spoke ... made it sound like he knew something that I didn't.

"What do they mean? That I'm less than a Delta, what else could it mean?" I shrugged as if the mere fact was obvious, trying to hide years of embarrassment.

His eyes widen imperceptibly and a small smile peeks across his lips.

"Incredible," he says shaking his head. "You have no idea, do you?" He looks at me with hungry eyes. "You are the jackpot, little one."

He was holding back not to laugh, I could tell and my blood was boiling. I will be less than a Delta, but I am not stupid and it bothers me that he treats me like one.

"Hey, asshole." I snap my fingers in the air to wake him up from his private joke. "Do you want to stop being cryptic and share what is so funny?"

He raises a hand to his face, clearly angry that he spoke to her like that but he would swear he is still trying to cover his smile.

"It's just ..." he shakes his head again, his shiny dark hair shaking slightly with the movement. "You're not what I expected," he replied with an amused smile.

I uncrossed my arms and clenched my fists at my sides. This guy was training to be insufferable.

"You know that doesn't answer anything, right?" I point accusingly. "And what about your eyes? Why were they green and now they are yellow?"

"Ah," he muttered suddenly, bringing a hand to his face. "They're nothing more than contact lenses." He comments, inserting a finger into his eye and pulling out a yellow lens. Below his eyes are green.

Well ... at least she wasn't driving me crazy, even if it didn't make sense.

"I do not understand. Why do you wear contact lenses? You're an Alpha, right?" I was dying to see Rogers's face when he found out that the guy who had scammed him wasn't even an Alpha, that he was just like me.

"Of course, I am"  he replies offended at the mere idea that it could be something else. "I simply use them for convenience. It is much easier to deal with certain naive Wolves"

"Rogers?"

He shrugs.

"He and many others" he comments but he doesn't offer anything else.

"Look, since you seem to know so much and enjoy it, would you like to explain to me what is the role with the eyes and why are they green? Or do you prefer to stay with your air of mysticism?"

The fool pretends to consider it for a moment.

"You know what? I think I'm going to take the route of mysticism and keep this to myself" He turns to the guards. "This is turning out better than I thought"

I look at him skeptically, this guy is amazing. And worst of all, I don't even know why he bothers me so much. All my life I have been treated with a similar degree of scorn and ridicule, one would think that I was getting used to it by now and to a point, I have. Even though he has never stopped bothering me, I have had to accept and let the offenses pass towards me. When you receive them daily and you can't do anything to defend yourself, then you learn to adapt.

But it may be the fact that he acquired me as if I were a piece of furniture, shot and kidn*pped my friends, and on top of all that, it was clear that this guy knew something about me that I did not know and was not willing to share. And worst of all, I couldn't force it.

I knew this guy was dangerous, I did not doubt that. She also knew that he was unpredictable and that the sensible thing to do would be to stay on the good side of him. But, because the Alpha didn't seem to have any good sides, I decided to let myself be carried away by my emotions and, catching him off guard as he continued to rejoice, I punched him in the throat.

Of course, I walked away as far as possible, in case he wanted to retaliate right away but he just stood there, hand on his throat and looking at me almost in surprise, as if that was not expected of me.

Of course, soon his expression changed to pure hatred.

His guards were still standing in his place looking between his Alpha and my immobile figure, not deciding what to do.

Coughing, the Alpha raised a hand. He tried to speak but the air was cut off and his coughing intensified. I would like to say that I felt bad for what I did, but my only regret was the punishment I would be receiving.

"I'm getting a little tired of being the nice one" His eyes on me spitfire. Woah, and does that say to be nice? "Ivan, you were right"- He makes a weird gesture with his hand and it is not until a wide hand rests on me that I realize that he was speaking to one of his guards.

Before he can react, they put a cloth on my face, and like a fool I inhale, thinking that I was going to suffocate and throw my body here in the forest to rot. But the cloth is wet and when I breathe in I detect a substance that burns my throat.

Chloroform?

The effect is immediate, my mind becomes cloudy and I lose track of my body. The last thing I see before I pass out is the Alpha, very pissed off, stroking his neck where I hit him.