Evil is not born…

It was a simple morning, the was already sun slowly rising. Waking up all of the creatures and people around the village. The birds song loudly. The people talked without care as they began to greet each other. The air began to turn sweet as the morning dew met the warm sunlight. But none of that mattered in a small building in the corner of a small alley where three large alphas slept. Three seemingly young, naive, and hungover alphas. The room they slept in looked like a party of storms ransacked the place. Blowing away the alphas with its strong winds, knocking them into walls and furniture until they were left unconscious in random places of the room with clothes scattered everywhere, hair ruffled, and very hungover. Leron, The first alpha closest to a normal area of the room slept by the bed. His long naked legs were spread out leaving his large mass fully exposed. He’s solid stomach rose and fell between calming breaths. His long dark hair stuck to parts of his chest, face, and neck. His tattooed like scars glistened from dried sweat and spilt “liquid”. Parts of his body hung off the weirdly leaning bed as it search for warmth in the near by blanket. The other parts lay awkwardly on the hard floor. Arc, was not so normal. His body laid on broken wood that once made a table with the seats of the nearby sofa lying all around him. He was sleeping completely naked as well, and all over his front half were scratches on his tattooed-like scars. His tattoos glistened as the sweat reflected the morning rays. Making him look like a fallen god of beauty. His bottom half was the strangest part of how he slept as his legs made an L-shape with one leg bent vertically and the other bent horizontally. As if he fell asleep with his legs wrapped around something. The second strange thing about how he slept was that his arms were on one side of his body with a belt tied one of his wrists. Even so, he still looked so innocent with His curly hair covering his blissful face as he snored softly in his sleep. Cane, was the strangest one because he slept standing. in a way. He had wrapped his arms around the closet’s clothes rack and pinned himself between two shelves so that his naked rear was fully exposed to the world. Even though he swayed occasionally, his position held. The sight of the alphas was a confusing one. Especially for worried Logan who is still taking in the destruction of this w***e house’s guest room. But in the end there was no denying what it all meant because he knew the moon peaked last night and that meant his young alphas mated. After a few more moments and head turns, Logan finally found his voice as anger filled his body. “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up!” His voice crescendoing as he finally approached the closest body to him and kicked Leron in his side. “Wake up, we have to go before the elders gather, because your father wants to have brunch .” He shouted in a deep commanding voice that made Leron stir. If only for a moment. This only frustrated Logan more so he did the only thing he could think of. Slap! “I’m not kidding, I don’t know if you remember but you are in a w***e house. A very popular one , and if anyone sees you…Wake up!” Leron’s eyes fluttered open as he groaned. Satisfied with one being awake finally. Logan moved on to the other one. “If you hit me, I will throw you out of the window head first.” Arc, said with sleep still weighing on his voice. Logan didn’t have time to give into the normal banter that Arc and him usually have. Knowing that two out of the three were up was enough. Slap! The sound clung to the air for a beat, fully waking Leron and Arc. “Dude, what the f**k? Did you just spank me with a hanger?” Leron fussed. “What else was I supposed to? I’ll be damned if I touch that with my bare hands and your head is hard to reach.” Logan retorted. Hearing the fuss, Leron and Arc meet each other’s eyes. Both struggling to not laugh, before slowly taking in the room they slept in last night. “Damn. So it wasn’t a dream.” Leron said softly. Arc, raised the wrist that had his belt tied on it. “Which means she really got away.” Arc replied in almost a whisper. Leron cursed under his breath before he started to get up. Logan, then repeated himself, loud enough to wake all of the rooms in their hall. “We have to go!” “Ugh, lower your voice, we heard you.” Cane, said as he stormed out of the closet with a complimentary robe on and towards the door. The other two alphas, not caring to recover their clothes began to follow Cane. Fortunately, Logan was already prepared for such disregard and was able to hurl robes at them as he quickly approached their sides to usher them out of the room. As soon as all three alphas entered the hallway leading to the main staircase. They noticed that it was eerily quiet. Arc being the closest one to Logan, c****d his head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll tell you as soon as we get into the car.” Was all Logan said before motioning for them to move faster. Something was off about their surroundings, even though the alphas didn’t know exactly what that was. They felt it in their guts. Evidence of what happened last night was scattered throughout the halls. Clothes were tossed aside in a clear rush to any room or space that allowed the intimate moment to not be disturbed. Those who worked here, decorated the halls with different kinds of whips and ropes for those interested in those devices. If one paid attention to the placement pattern of the devices, they would notice that quite a few were missing. Doors had shirts, or panties on some of knobs. Other doors were left ajar. There was one door that seemed to have been busted down. The three inquisitive alphas tried to look in the room but at the pace that Logan had set for them to walk. It made it difficult for either of them to take a good look. That door was the last of the rooms in the hallway before they all arrived to the staircase that led straight to a makeshift door made to look like a bookcase. On the other side of the bookcase was the cover building for the whorehouse. The craft side of a clothes thrift shop. “You three have four minutes to find some clothes to wear and something that your step mother can refurbish or your father is going to know that his three very obedient, humble, saint like children broke the code.” Logan growled softly so as to not to alarm any of the potential costumer that they hadn’t run into yet. Fed up with the attitude. Arc, snapped his jaw in his only attempt to warn Logan of his behavior. At first, Arc felt relaxed enough when he woke up to let Logan talk to them like that. Understanding that Logan is just trying to complete the task given to him. But his patience was wearing thin. The other two agreed in silence as Logan retreated to the car. “One day he’s going to push his luck too far.” Arc muttered as his eyes searched for some clothes to wear. However, despite their clear displeasure in being told what to do. It didn’t take long for the all alphas to find clothes and meet Logan in the car.