Omega to Alpha

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Athena

The troop briskly dissolved while I paced around, holding on to my hair like I wanted to yank it out. I couldn't let three years of hard training go to waste. It was the time I was waiting for yet I felt scared for my life. The time to prove the Alpha wrong about us—the feminine gender, although I had no intentions of revealing my gender yet. I wanted to prove that we were stronger than what they thought us to be if we were given the chance. But, I was equally scared of being a scapegoat. A laughing stock. Worst of it all, what if he passes a death sentence?

“Are you scared of getting your ass kicked, Styles?” One of the best at my level, Scott, scorned me as he approached the exit. It was pointless to respond to him but I was in a tense state and whatever he said made me angrier with myself. Although, he hated me for being one of his strongest contenders.

“Of course not. I'm scared of no one, not even the Alpha,” I replied angrily, telling that to myself rather than the nuisance in front of me. He laughed like a snoring pig. I guess that was the right amount of motivation and frustration I needed to take the next move. I stamped out of the room as I gazed at the back view of the other students marching toward the training ground. The air suddenly became intense as I approached the rest.

There he was. A tall muscular man with jet-black hair growing all over his face. He looked nothing like the last visit. His eyes were glowing red. It was obvious his wolf was awakened. What if he found out about me? I wallowed in fear, yet retained a straight face as we formed a large circle around the Alpha. The Shaman walked around the circle, whispering instructions into our ears as we anticipated the first student to take on the Alpha.

“Remember, focus on blocking your opponent's hit. Sometimes, that's all you need,” he announced. My eyes were fixed on the Alpha's glowing eyes, which glistened like one on the verge of decapitation.

“Who would begin the class?” the Shaman asked. We all turned to face each other. The fear was apparent on our faces.

“Scott, you begin.”

I snorted along with a few others as the Shaman pushed him out of the circle from behind. He was among the class bully. The Alpha took a step forward, while Scott ran back into the crowd. Luckily, he stumbled on me. I pushed him back to the center, happy that his ass was about to be kicked badly. The Alpha leaned toward him and pulled him up.

“How would you discover your strength without beautiful scars?” the Alpha teased, dragging him to his feet. “Hit me.”

Scott aimed at his waist, but the Alpha blocked it and flung his whole body to the ground. He groaned in pain as he crawled away. The crowd gasped at the intensity of the attack. Scott was badly hurt, giving me a sense of joy as I watch him wail in pain. No doubt, the Alpha was brutal. It was almost as if he planned to kill us all.

“Who's next?” the Alpha boomed, his tone slathered with authority.

I heard the Shaman whisper behind me as I attempted to make a move, “Defend yourself first, and if the Alpha finds out, at least you died trying. This is your chance.” His words weren't in any way encouraging. It was enough to know I wasn't wanted in the gathering. I stepped out with my fist clenched as I positioned my good leg in front, ready for my first impact while protecting myself from any unexpected impact. I dodged his first attempt. With my small body, I manipulated my way under the Alpha and made my first hit behind his back.

The crowd cheered, making me gloat to the crowd. I guess I was carried away, I didn't see the next hit coming. I kissed the soil instantly and began to cough out blood. Unlike Scott, I didn't crawl out. I staggered back to my feet, my eyes were beginning to water from the pain in my spines along with my broken ankles. It was as though a sledgehammer fell on me. I kept dodging his attempts until he growled loudly and pounced on me. For a split second, I thought I was dead, as my body floated in space before another painful slam on the hard soil. I groaned in pain, hearing distant murmurings from the crowd, I wasn't sure what it was about as my reasoning was temporarily stalled. I looked up to get a view when I found my blood splattered on the ground, not from my bleeding mouth but from my tracks.

I was surprised as there was no cut on my body. The look on the Shaman's face gave me a hint of what had happened. I quickly grabbed a sharp stone and stylishly scratched my lap. I bit my lips so hard as I inflicted pain on myself until there was enough bleeding from my lap.Then I rolled up the track suit to show the injury. Leaping back on my feet I noticed the confused look on the Alpha had dissolved.

“You seem stronger than most around here,” he said with contempt rather than encouragement as I kept leaping on my good leg. It would have been my chance to take him down or at least make myself a name but puberty was betraying me, ruining my plans. I knew I couldn't continue fighting. The truth would become apparent if I stayed any longer as blood kept drenching my tracks. I had to walk out of the wrestling ground immediately.

“Who's next?” I heard the Alpha's voice fade behind me, as I was assisted out of the training ground.

“Good work, Styles,” the Shaman complimented as I rushed myself to the bathroom immediately I approached the locker room. My tracksuit was drenched in my blood. I washed the blood stains and switched outfits. It was the second time I would be seeing my period so I wasn't as scared as the first time when my mother had to convince me that I wasn't bleeding to death. I slashed open a knee pad in my locker and used it to suck in the flow until I get back home.

“Do you have your wolf?” one of the medical instructors asked as I got out of the locker room. He had a look of surprise.

“Yes, I’m fine now,” I lied, as I joined the rest. More than half of the crowd were wailing on the floor with the Alpha laughing hysterically while he spoke with the Shaman,

“I don't know what you're breeding here anymore,” his countenance filled with pride.

“What about him?” the Shaman pointed at me as I approached the grounds. I wanted the ground to open, as their attention shifted to me.

“Average. Who's he?”

“Styles”

“That sounds very familiar,” the Alpha responded as he walked toward me. He halted in front of me and lifted the tag from my jacket to observe.

“I've seen this somewhere. Am I missing something?” he shot me a suspicious glance. He tried to read into my mind as I felt the burning heat of his stare.

My heart clanged in pain as he sniffed the air around me. He flapped the hood off my head as he gave me a close look. I tried to avoid the intensity in his eyes when a cry broke out. I exhaled heavily, backing away immediately as the Alpha’s attention was stolen by his Beta.

“We captured two intruders, Alpha. They were spies from the Lycans!”

“Why then are you worried? I hope you locked them up properly this time. I want them slaughtered immediately and send their bodies back as a warning. We can't keep filling our cells with thrash and giving them wrong signals of being weaklings like the other werewolf packs.”

“Yes, Alpha, but…” there was suspense as the Shaman directed the rest of us out of the premise. I hung around to have the news drop freshly to my hearing while nursing the injury I inflicted on myself.

“…Zack was taken. We're not certain if…” The Alpha growled so loudly that made a flight of birds vacate the trees in the area.

“And you have the guts to relay such a message to me, Lamarck?”

Other warriors rushed into the scene and forced everyone out as the Alpha growled. It was obvious there was a pending war. The Alpha had only one son. Only one legitimate heir, Zack and now it seems to have been taken by the Lycans, our worst enemies.