Alpha Black

Celine Daemon’s POV Hello, I’m Celine Daemon, with chestnut hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and an irresistible figure. Just a bit of a troublemaker, I'm the daughter of Alpha Daemon of the New Storm Pack. I hate obligations. I hate being part of a royal family, with pure blood and ancestral lineage, because it traps me, strips me of my freedom. I must watch every word, every gesture, since the rest of the pack follows the Alpha family. According to the laws and customs of the New Storm Pack, any werewolf who turns sixteen attends an academy to study werewolf history, the laws of the Moon Goddess, and the origins of our kind. They also train to grow stronger and control their inner powers. Being from the Alpha family, I’m bound for the Alpha Academy, while the Betas go to their own, and so on through the ranks. And the worst part? The Alpha Academy is strict, harsh, and mind-numbingly dull. I have no intention of obeying anyone or leaving my privileged life to go to a rigid place that forces me to wake up early. But Alpha Daemon insisted. I’m stuck in this hell for two whole years—two years of strictness and pain. Two years without rest. And if I don’t get high marks, I’ll have to repeat them. Isn’t that unfair? To be forced into something like this. To make it even worse, Alpha Black is my instructor. His name alone is terrifying, but he’s even more dreadful. My dear father appointed him to toughen me up and make me more disciplined. Alpha Black has vowed to mold me into a mature person and to be unyielding with me. He’s even informed my instructors not to give me any leeway. He’s the worst. I have to prepare my own meals, light fires, sleep and wake up early, study endless books, and never taste freedom. Hell has its rules, and Alpha Black rules that hell. I’m determined to endure and escape this academy. Just a little more effort to leave this place for good. But who says I can’t have a little fun? No one can truly hold me back. It’s my sixth month here, and I’m exhausted from memorizing things I’ll never need. Why should I care about the first werewolf on earth? Just useless, endless nonsense. I sighed, feeling the fatigue settle in as I scratched out yet another paragraph in the werewolf history book. The endless flow of facts and dates blurred together, and the weight of my spotless GPA felt like a heavy burden. Only one week left until midterms, and I couldn’t afford any mistakes. "Come on, take a break," called my roommate, Claire, from her bed, painting her nails a soft pink. She’s my roommate and the only person here who can talk non-stop. She’s not from my pack, and her free spirit is a relief. "I can’t, I’ve got so much to study," I replied, frowning as I shuffled through my study cards. But my eyes were tired, and no matter how many times I read the pages, nothing seemed to stick. "Just for an hour," Claire insisted. "The game’s about to start. You need a break, or you’ll burn out." Reluctantly, I gave in. Maybe a short break would help me refocus. I followed Claire to the football game; today’s match was between Everbright Sky Academy and another big rival. I promised to return early. The cool evening air was refreshing as we walked to the stadium. The stands were filled with laughter and cheers, and the teams warmed up on the field. Normally, I don’t attend games or go out much; that jerk Black rarely allows me to leave. Besides, I focus on my studies and academic record—this is my first year here, and I don’t want to anger my father. I want to leave as soon as possible. I scanned the crowd, noticing most of the academy students here, all cheering for one name: “Alpha Black.” He’s the academy’s star player, the favorite of all the girls. Though he’s known for his stern and ruthless nature, he’s equally infamous for being a charming alpha and a notorious flirt. He’s strikingly handsome, with a sculpted body and deep blue eyes that command attention wherever he goes. I found a seat and continued watching the game, observing Alpha Black as he scored multiple goals with ease; he really was talented. "Hey, there’s a spot here," Claire pulled my arm, breaking my trance. I continued watching as the girls screamed Black’s name, blowing kisses his way. Silly girls. Claire said admiringly, "Alpha Black… he’s mesmerizing. I’d love just one day with him." Even Claire is obsessed with this notorious Alpha who’s with a different girl every day. It was the final round, and our academy won, thanks to Black. It was a pointless game—football or anything else doesn’t interest me in the least. I was about to head back to the academy, mindful of the time and my grades, but Claire pulled me along, eager to get a photo with Alpha Black. As the crowd left the stands, Black was surrounded by girls, visibly exhausted from the game. He headed over to the bleachers and sat down, stretching out his long legs and casually smoking. Even from a distance, his aura was intense and brooding. Rumors of his dark past swirled in my mind. As if sensing my gaze, Black turned his head, his cold blue eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, it felt like the world faded away, leaving only that piercing gaze. Then he looked away, exhaling a stream of smoke into the night sky. With a smug expression, he called out, "You there!" He gestured in my direction, perhaps mistaking me for someone else. Then, with a mocking tone, he called again, “Yes, you, Alpha Daemon’s daughter. The girl with the glasses—no one else around here fits the bill." “Girl with the glasses!” I’d forgotten to take off my reading glasses, and now he was labeling me with it. I muttered under my breath, “Celine Daemon.” He sneered as he walked over, the smell of tobacco wafting around him. "Who cares about your name, Glasses Girl?" Not wanting any trouble, I decided it was best to end this exchange quickly. “What do you want?” Recently, Alpha Black had been given the role of exemplary student for the main class, which meant he’d been keeping an extra eye on me. I wouldn’t be surprised if my father had arranged it. “While everyone else is cheering my name and making a fuss, you sit here, looking like you couldn’t care less,” he said in a sharp tone, blowing smoke right in my face. In the academy, he kept up a façade of discipline and diligence, but outside the confines of academia, he was nothing short of a shameless rogue. At that moment, Claire came running up, squealing and snapping photos with him, soon followed by the other girls. And just like that, the encounter was over—thankfully!