Alpha's Look of Love

HIS and HER LIFE

CHAPTER 3

Anon stood by the window with his blazing eyes focused on the purple sky beyond the heavily tinted glass panel. His deep onerous thoughts were interrupted by a soft pitched sound from the hinges of the door. It was followed by heavy footsteps and a deep guttural voice. 

A full-built man in an expensive blue coat, looking like a head of security rather than a right-hand man in a multi-billion-dollar operation, bowed himself in front of his leader as he tried to get his attention, “Mr. Stark—“ he called on Anon.

Anon took a deep breath before he spoke without averting his eyes of the landscape before him, “We need to visit them as soon as possible.” He ordered in a gravelly voice.

Understanding the urgency of the situation, Silver --the second in command in his commercial, industrial and professional activities concurred instantly. “I will arrange for the trip, Alpha.”

He called him...Alpha --the highest rank vested to the head of their small community. A group of young and old, men, women, and children, considered as nonhumans. Their unique identity allowed them to have a human form and look and act like one of them, but in reality, they were not. 

Their breed, nature, and character have aberrant characteristics and capabilities that not even a superhuman could ever possess.--they depart from acceptable standards as humans--they excel humans in all aspects. 

Their kind was called werewolves--the representation of good and evil trapped in one body.

At this present day and age, their kind still exists. However, they were not the common breed of werewolves; they were even more lethal. Their bloodline came from an old clan believed to be the first ones to exist on earth. They were a mixture of werewolf and vampire; they were considered immortals, they could only die in combat against their kind if they lost in battles. However, their agility and super strength made that impossible; therefore, they had lived for long years. 

There were only eight of them existing on the whole earth, Anon transformed them to be like his kind, and they did not reproduce since. They had vowed to end their heritage on the last six men and two women currently existing. They had promised to end the existence of their kind, which they all considered a curse rather than a blessing.

“Did Terrence tell you about this?” Anon asked his second in command. Silver--the Alpha's Beta.

Terence was his other Beta. Anon had left him the responsibility of the safety of fifty or more families of ordinary werewolves, the community he had tried to protect. Anon and his men had rescued the families from numerous battles across centuries. If not initiated between packs, those battles were undertaken by the governments to eliminate their kind. The wars that destroyed multiple packs, thereby the number of entities like them were gradually decreasing.

“They discussed it during my last visit there, but Terrence assured me he can handle it.” Silver informed him.

“How come it escalated this far?” Anon's face became even more astute. He breathed in hard and then stalked off to the bar in the corner. 

Anon grabbed a bottle of scotch and poured it onto two glasses. He gave one to Silver while he took his glass and drank it neat. Silver did the same and refilled the two glasses himself.

They both walked toward Anon's desk and sat on their respective seats before proceeding with their discussion. 

“Terrence was suspecting infiltration or someone from the inside had betrayed us and is coordinating with another pack to cause the death of our men. We have to check the facts, Alpha,” he uttered with deep apprehension and restlessness.

Betrayal. Anon was finding it hard to accept this as he worked so hard to provide this family with more than their basic needs and was fighting for their right to survive.

"Will you tell them to stop spraying the perfume for a while?" Silver asked.

“Inside the community, there’s no problem, but once they go outside, they must wear it. Otherwise, the people hunting the likes of them may eliminate them.” Anon explained.

“Alpha...Don’t you think we should stop using perfume? Until we find the other half of the formula? Our scientists—“

“I know. They are idiots, they've been doing it for years, and yet up to now, they still can't do it right.”

The scent. The perfume. The one thing that could hide their scent had also lessened their capabilities as supernatural, making them vulnerable, defenseless, and powerless.

“Are we relocating our people again?” Silver asked worriedly.

“The island is the best location for them. I don’t think we can find the same number of miles to own these days. We need to protect that land at all costs.” Anon declared. He was making clear his stance that he wouldn't move them any longer. When they decided to move the people twenty years ago, it took them years before those families settled in a new environment. Moving them again and rebuilding the entire place would be more challenging now that they had increased in number.

His beta nodded his head, again understanding the position of his Alpha.

“How about the rants of some stockholders?” There were too many fires that the Alpha had to put off but, Silver was confident of their Alpha's capability. Anon would solve all of these in due time, as he always had.

“We still have the board, and considering the money we put in their pockets? It will die down eventually. I am concerned about who was initiating this. I am sure there's more to it than what we see on the surface.” Despite the calmness of his tone, Silver saw the anger building inside Anon.

“Are you considering buying them out?” he swirled his glass with scotch inside and waited for his Alpha to respond.

Anon expelled heavy air from his lungs, weighing matters in his head. These past few days had been tough as far as the business and his stockholders were concerned, and his board was trying to appease them; however, as long as Anon remained mum, a fire like that couldn't be extinguished quickly. He knew that someone or some group was causing this pressure on them. He had to speak with the stockholders the soonest time possible.

“Not far from my plan, however, the laboratory expansion I was planning to have might be placed on the back burner if I fund the buy-out. Let's play this matter for a while until we figure out what’s happening internally. There were just too many small distractions. We have to extinguish them one at a time.” Anon remarked.

“Right, Alpha. I will arrange our visit to the community tomorrow if the weather condition permits. We cannot fly in stormy weather.” Silver muttered, and he stood up from his chair and prepared to leave.

“Do it—“ Anon's parting words.

With that, the two gentlemen separated that night: the Alpha and his Beta.

Anon was left inside his office for hours figuring out his enemies' plots against him and the individuals under his protection's safety and well-being. His eyes glinted with unbridled rage when he thought of the family of the men they've lost. To their kind, the family was very important.

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Meanwhile…

Ada got home in less than thirty minutes from the time she left her place of work. Her pad, located in one of the prime residential buildings, was big enough to comfortably house at least four people. Ada shared it with two ladies, both flight stewardesses who were always out of the country due to their flight assignments. 

Surprisingly that night, it was not the usually serene and quiet place for her. As soon as she opened the door, five more people were inside it, excluding her two friends, who simultaneously greeted her.

“Ada—, Happy birthday!” They cheered, all at once.

Ada was stunned. She rooted on the ground where she stood. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed. "Is it my birthday today? But--Oh no—" 

The people caught the bewildered expression on her face, and they all laughed at her. 

Minerva and Alissa, her roommates, moved towards her and gave her a tight hug. 

“I know, hun, it's not your birthday! We were just joking, so you will not be pissed with us while doing a weekend get-together in your apartment…Sorry!" Minerva immediately apologized.

"Will you please forgive us?” Alissa murmured with her hands clasped together in her chest.

They very seldom do get together on weekends or even weekdays.  Ada was always alone, sulking by herself.

Ada smiled and said, “It’s your pad too. How can I be angry with guys?" She gave them a tender spank on their butt, "You only want to have fun. Go ahead and don’t mind me.”

"Oh no--" Alissa shook her head and gently pushed her to their friends.  "This time...You'll join us."

"Hi! Ada, go and get food and join us." Said Dave the Pilot.

Except for Dave-- Gerry, Mike, Sofia, and Eve, were all stewardesses who Ada had met several times in the last two years. Whenever the bunch had a vacant schedule, they spared a few hours lounging in her pad for some booze and laughter. However, Ada could count the times it happened in her fingers for the past two years, those were very seldom, indeed.

Flight attendants usually have 65-85 hours and 12 to 14 days flight time each month, excluding overtimes. But they have training and seminars to attend, which made them busy people, not to mention the lay-over and delayed flights time adjustments. Her friends were almost nonexistent inside her apartment, and still, they had no qualms about paying the rentals. They religiously handed her the monthly rental share per month.

They have been good friends for two years, yet; they have not seen Ada's actual appearance. At most, they have seen her with no glasses on. Ada wore her fake retainer and contact lenses every day. Her bushed eyebrows, which she had been contemplating many times to have eyebrows implant in the nearest salon, never happened. Ada had been darkening her brows every day using an eyebrow pencil. She also doubted if the implanted eyebrows would stay in her skin for a long time; therefore, she ditched the idea.

Ada stayed with them and listened to the funny stories during their flights for a whole two hours until they allowed her to sneak into her room and take her coveted rest. She was happy to join their occasional get-together, but today's boss order left her anxious and her body overtired. Indeed when the mind was bothered, the body got tired quickly.

Ada released the content of her lungs and curled herself in one piece. With no one to talk with about her worries all the more, she missed her foster father.

On his volition rather than hers. Ada visited him in a private home for the aged once every quarter only. It was to guarantee her safety, according to him, and relieve her from taking care of him. Ada wouldn't mind the responsibility, but her foster dad insisted. It was for her good, according to him.

Ada's life for the past five years since a group of men attacked them had been full of anxiety. Most of the time, she was scared, thinking when the next attack would take place. She had nightmares, and she panicked in the middle of the night when she would hear loud noises. Her nightmares lessened when hired as a team member of CatStark International.

Ada was happy with her job and the work environment. Even if she dressed up as a nerd and old maid and completely unappealing, never once did it become a hindrance for people to treat her well. 

Ada had found peace and security there...until now...until her Boss issued the order to find the lady in the magazine...until he became adamant to find her.