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Chapter 7

Nuzo’s POV

My mom always said patience is a virtue, but I discovered that patience is one thing I lack. That's why I always got into a lot of trouble when I was a child. And even with time, it seems I still haven't mastered patience. I find that anger and resentment only make it harder to be patient and strike at the right time. The problem with the so-called right time is that it could take decades, and I don't have an ounce of patience in me.

When I walked into my office on Monday, three weeks after the alpha was released from the hospital, I found a note on my table. It was from Msizi, the alpha, stating that the alpha would be gone for the next two months. He needed me to help Msizi and his younger brother run things smoothly.

At that moment, I remembered my mother telling my father that the alpha had decided to go look for his mate once again after two decades. Apparently, he didn't want to marry Jane. I didn't take my mother seriously when I heard her, but now I realize how serious this matter is. I couldn't let him find his mate or marry anyone. If anything, we would both end up as lonely, bitter men. I needed to deal with those old t***s who wanted an heir for this clan. One thing was clear to me: I had no power to stop him from going. Even if I went with him, there was nothing I could do to prevent him from meeting potential mates. This really pissed me off. How could a grown-up person not be able to come up with a solution to stop him?

The day at work was the worst for me. I couldn't think straight, and I couldn't get anything done. I left early, planning to see Dean and have our one-on-one training session. When I arrived home, I found a package on the door. I had no idea who could have left a package for me. I took it into the house and set it on the counter. Then I called Dean to meet me at the gym, quickly changed my clothes, and left the house.

"You look sour today. What's the matter?" asked Dean when I entered the gym. "It's work, you know how it can be," I responded. "Unfortunately, I do not. I'm just a warrior. As you know, nothing exciting happens here. Once in a blue moon, we'll have a rogue or a wild animal, but honestly, nothing exciting. My good friend, tell me what's wrong?" Instead of answering Dean, I went to put on my boxing gloves and started punching the boxing bag. I didn't even notice that I was seriously pummeling it as if I was trying to kill it. "Easy up, Nuzo. The punching bag didn't do anything to you. Let's take it to the ring," suggested Dean. I followed him into the ring.

Without warning, I landed a punch on his right cheek and didn't give him enough time to react before punching the other cheek. He fell to the floor, and I went on top of him. He kicked me in the stomach, allowing himself enough time to get up. I let the beast in me take over. As he was about to kick me, I held his leg and pulled him down. I flipped us over, so I was on top of him. Then I started landing blow after blow on his face and chest. In that moment, Dean turned into Kenneth. I saw red. Two people pulled me from behind, waking me from my trance. Dean was covered in blood on the floor. My heart leaped. What had I done to him? In a few minutes, he stood up and looked at me. "Not cool, man. Not cool at all. You should warn me if you want a serious fight. Just so you know, I'm no punching bag." After that, he stormed off.

I needed to apologize to him, but right now wasn't the right time. I had to allow him to calm down first, and then I could explain. I went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then grabbed my things and went home.

Entering the kitchen, I was met by the box I had left on the counter earlier in the day. At this point, I was curious about what was in the box. I rummaged through it. To my dismay, it contained s*x play toys, tutorials on how to use them, and videos on how to please your master. I took the whole box and threw it in the bin. I wasn't gay, and I wasn't going to entertain humans’ tendencies.

Going for a run at this point seemed like the best option. I decided to join the pack for a run, led by Alpha Kenny. I won't lie, seeing him and all the women throwing themselves at him annoyed me. To top it all off, he was entertaining them. The run was long, boring, and the worst decision of my life.

When I got home, I took another shower and then went to bed without eating. "Why are you doing this to us? We could just leave this place, find a mate of our liking, and start a family away from this pain," Grey inquired when he felt the uneasiness and sadness his human self was going through. I picked up my phone and looked at social media while blocking Grey. I came across an interesting prank video. A girl was tricking her boyfriend. She got a boy to go flirt with her boyfriend at the gym, and the boy got a good punch. I had a good laugh. That was risky on the boy's side, but it was funny.

Suddenly, I woke up and ran to the kitchen to retrieve the box from the bin. The answer to my dilemma lay within this box. All I had to do was indulge in human tendencies, master the art of seduction, and then everything would be history. The plan was simple: go through the tutorials, practice them until I perfected it, and learn the art of pleasing your master. If I could do this in two weeks, then it would be worth it. Now, what I needed to do was convince the Alpha and the elders to join him on his journey to find a mate. Msizi would be able to look after the pack, and the Luna would make sure of it.

I spent the rest of the night going through the tutorials. The first thing I had to learn was sit and kneel in a submission stance. The next thing was to learn to suck a d**k and balls like a pro. The most important part of the plan which was going to be hard was to be willing to take it up my ass. I just went over first two parts and boy I underestimated the whole thing. I must give this boy credit for being able to submit to another man willingly. After 5 hours of practicing, I still did not have the courage to take it up my ass. Not even with the small anal beads. This suddenly seem like a terrible idea. How was I going to convince him to allow me to touch him intimately? The thought of doing it with him made me feel nauseated. I needed a new plan. When I got on the bed, under my sheet, I find myself thinking, I never thought I would consider sucking a d**k, let along take it up my ass. But here I was spending hours practicing to entertain a man I hate. Worse, thinking about taking it up my ass.