Garrick Alpha Academy

Chapter Four: Blood Of A She-Wolf

I didn’t even let Jericho finish the question before the lie slipped out of my mouth.

“Oh—that? I fell and hit my ass on the bedpost. It split the skin a little, so I'm guessing that's where the blood came from.”

He blinked, then laughed, “I can't believe you fell on your ass.”

I laughed with him too, praying that he bought the lie. And surprisingly, he did.

“Just take care of it, before anyone else sees.” he said got back to folding my clothes.

I smile at him but inwardly, I screams. How the hell was I on my period???

Then it hit me.

Krystal’s concoction, the one that was supposed to mute my she-wolf entirely. I am yet to drink it.

After my talk with my mother, it had slipped completely out of my mind. I don’t know how to feel about it, but thankfully it is my dorm mate that saw it and no one else.

I am not sure anybody else would have believed me that easily.

***

Late at night, I finally drinks the concoction in the shower. The night blurs into morning and According to my schedule, the first activity for today is combat training. With the help of Jericho, I found the place easily.

Getting to the academy combat ground strikes me with awe. It’s dang massive and could hound hundreds of students with many spaces left. The floors are made of stones. And according to what I heard, each Alpha-in-Training had a rank.

So everyone is paired together to fight with their equals, according to their ranks. At least, that’s how it is supposed to work.

The instructor is halfway through calling names when a deep, commanding voice cut through the space like a blade.

“I’ll take him.”

Alpha Conan steps forward, dressed in all black. Every head turns to look at him.

The instructor frowned. “Alpha, Ronan is way below your rank. You can't—”

Conan doesn’t even look at him before he cut him short. “You heard me.”

“With respect, Alpha, I can't allow—”

“Do you enjoy working here?” Conan smile as he addressed the instructor. It is clear that he would go as low as threatening the man's job just to make him give in to his demands.

The man paled and my dorm mate muttered under his breath, “Run, Ronan.”

But I am already stepping forward. “It’s fine. I’ll take him on.”

The relief on the instructor’s face was almost very great, and I felt good for removing him from the difficult position he was in.

My dorm mate, however, grabbed my sleeve. “Are you insane?”

I grinned. “Apparently.”

Then I twirl towards Conan. “Why don't we make this interesting?”

His brows lifts, just slightly. But he says nothing.

“If I beat you in front of everyone here, you’ll serve me for the rest of my time at this academy. Whatever I say. You’ll be my lapdog.”

Gasps rang out through the crowd as everyone is gobmascked. Even Jericho’s grip tightened on my arm as if he was trying to warn me.

But too late. Conan’s smirk spread as he laughs, amused.

“My, my,” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “The audacity. What’s in it for me?”

“If you beat me,” I said, “I’ll serve you. Willingly.”

He chuckled, shaking his head like he pitied me for putting myself in this position. “You’ve always been my lapdog. The only difference now is I’ll make you regret the hell you just signed yourself up for.”

I don’t reply to that. I just got ready. When the whistle blew, Conan came at me fast. I had to give it to him. He is really fast.

But I didn't train all my life just to get beaten by an Alpha who is also a bully. So I meets him blow for blow.

People started whispering as I blocks every strike. The more I fight, the more the crowd leaned forward. They’d never seen “Ronan” do this before.

And then, something happens.

It is like something moved across my vision. For a second, I am not in the fight anymore, and that's when Conan slam me to the ground. The air rushed out of my lungs.

Before I could twist free, he is on top of me, his fist drawn back to deliver the final blow.

But then he freeze. His eyes change. The anger in them changes into shock. His nostrils flare as he look at me.

His voice comes out barely above a whisper, “How the hell is it possible?”

I stare up at him, stunned. “What?”

But he don’t answer. He just pushes off me, stands up, and walked away without a single glance back.

The crowd roared with appraisal for me and for the day, Jericho doesn’t stop gawking at me.

I just kept playing him off as my head replays Something else. The strange look on Conan’s face in that last moment of fight.

It just felt… really off.

And As much s I hates to admit, I felt a strange pull when his body hovered over mine.

***

^ Night ^

I am halfway through a restless dream when a sound cut through the quiet. It was a howl—long, raw, and broken with pain.

I threw on a hoodie and followed it out into the cold. The sound led me deep into the trees until the moonlight revealed Conan and another male Alpha.

The only thing was that Conan wasn’t fighting him. He was f*****g him, pounding into him with a brutality that made my stomach turn. The other male wolf was howling in pain all through.

Conan’s head snapped up the second he saw me. Reddish glow sparkles in his eyes, his teeth bared and glints under the moonlight. In that moment he looks ferocious… like a feral beast.

“I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Escapes me before I could stop myself.

And when I realized I just fret, my stomach clenched tight.

“I’m done with you,” Conan growled at to the other male, releasing him. “Go.”

The fragile looking male stumbled away.

Then turns towards me. After staring at me with primal intensity, he begins walking towards me. His naked muscles rippling as he moves with fluid, predatory grace.

When he gets so near, I suddenly felt so small before him as his tall brooding frame towers over me, dominating and almost… intimating. His dark gaze pierces through me and with a gruff tone he said, “since you interrupted my fun, you might as well take his place. I'm still hard.”

I’m utterly mesmerized by his soul piercing gaze that it’s hard to make sense of what he just said until a brief seconds elapse.

Despite the slimmer of dread brewing within me, I still waft out a mock scoff. “I’m not gay.”

The urge to avoid his gaze when it hardens was almost irresistible but I held on. Staring him dead in the eye… like a fellow Alpha. Because that’s what I am.

His hot breath fans down on my nose and the he said, “You made a bet.” His extremely husky makes him sound… sexy? I don’t know but I hates the way my body reacts to it. “You said if I defeated you, you’d be my lapdog. And I’m deciding right now that you’ll be my s****l puppet as well.”

My chest thumbs with dreads as the realization of what I signed up for hits me… hard. Not exactly for Canan asking me to be his s****l puppet but for everything that’s bound to ruin if that eventually happens. Of course he would know I’m a girl and just like that my plans would be dashed!

A shiver bolts through my spine at the mere thought of that, A lump forming in my throat. What makes crawl even more are his eyes… they are predator… it’s piercing… it feels like they could read me.

My brains racks for anything to bail myself. “You didn’t defeat me.” I points out, unable to hide the tiny quiver in my voice. “There was no whistle and you didn't deliver the last blow before you ran away.”

With everything I’ve got, I hoped that actually counts. More like, makes him backs off.

Well, people like Canan doesn’t just back off and he didn’t act any different.

“Why?” He breathed into my face, our eye balls almost touching. “Why do I feel like… there’s something about you.”

My heart picks up at an accelerating rate that I’m sure he could hear it.

“Your chest is pounding…” he actually points out. “loud. I know you are hiding something. You can’t afford to be my s****l puppet. Not because you aren’t gay… but for something else.” He smirks Devishly.

Something else? My thought runs wild but I refuse to accept it. There’s no way in hell he could detect I’m not a male wolf. The concoction is imbedded in me.

“I know you aren’t Ronan.” Canan said gruffly after a long silence and I literally stopped breathing. “I don’t know why you chose to impersonate that weakling, but you are so going to regret it.” He says, slowly… too slow as if he wants the words to sink.

“What the hell do you mean?” I barely heard my own voice and somehow I felt like that’s the wrong question.

I’m not even sure if I really want a response for that as Krystal’s words come ringing in my head like a death threat. I push it back. There’s no way this scumbag can be my mate!

Canan chuckle but the humor doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I can smell the blood of a she-wolf Even when it’s been suppressed.” I don’t know if I should feel relief or panic by that. Well, my My heart literally settles for the latter as Canan adds. “Let’s just say, That’s one of my special abilities.”