THE ALPHA'S LITTLE NERD

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

EVAN POV

After Anna blurted the words “Let’s go” like she had just signed up for her own execution, we drove to the Alpha’s house in complete silence.

Not the comfortable kind of Silence.

The kind of silence where you start hearing your own breathing and suddenly remember every bad thing you’ve ever done in your life.

I kept staring at her from the corner of my eye. She was quiet and nervous. I could feel it in the air. Her hands were folded on her lap, her back straight, and she was staring out the window like a kidnapped victim being transported to another country.

Five more minutes passed.

Still silent.

Ten minutes.

Still silent.

One hour later, she was still sitting stiff like someone had replaced her spine with a metal rod. She didn’t even complain. She didn’t even ask questions. She just kept staring outside like she was memorizing the world before she died.

And I realized something far too late.

I didn’t like her like this.

She was always the type that talked too much, complained too much, asked too many questions, and annoyed me too much. Even when she was scared of me, she still talked. She argued. She glared at me like a tiny angry cat.

This quiet version of her?

I didn’t like it at all.

So I decided to provoke her.

I turned slightly, ready to say something that would annoy her, but she suddenly turned to me at the same time.

“Are you kidnapping me?” she asked suddenly.

I blinked.

The heck?

I slowly turned and looked at her like she was the dumbest person I had ever seen in my entire life.

And honestly… she might actually be.

I glared at her.

“If I was kidnapping you, little kitten, you wouldn’t be asking questions.”

She shrank into the seat timidly and frowned.

“I just want to be sure. Because this feels very smoky.”

I smirked.

“Smoky? Please enlighten me. I’m very interested in this smoky situation.”

She started playing with her fingers while biting her lips nervously. I found myself staring at her fingers.

Good. She was back to her timid mode again.

“You’re not just like you,” she muttered quietly.

I smiled slightly.

“How?”

“You’re a little gentle,” she said, her blue eyes looking at me seriously like she had just discovered a new species.

I raised my brow.

She finds me gentle?

What in the world did I do to give her that idea?

And why did I suddenly feel like she wanted me to admit that I had become gentle?

I don’t do gentle.

Gentle is for priests, doctors, and people who adopt puppies.

Not me.

“I’m sorry to disappoint your fantasy, kitten,” I said mockingly, “but I’m still the devil you know. Probably worse.”

She looked hurt for a moment, then looked out the window again before looking back at me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

I shrugged.

“Go ahead.”

“Can I go back?”

I stared at her for a few seconds before laughing quietly.

Now this is exactly why I call her little kitten. I honestly doubt she thinks properly sometimes.

“Why do you ask that? I didn’t force you to come with me.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t change my mind,” she muttered.

“You can,” I said calmly, then leaned slightly closer to her. “But that would be a very stupid decision.”

She immediately leaned back, her face turning red.

“Why do you always talk like a villain?” she asked.

“Because I’m not a hero, kitten,” I replied and leaned back again, returning to my cold expression.

Soon we arrived at the Royal House. The car passed through the massive gates, and I watched Anna’s reaction.

Her mouth slowly opened.

Her eyes widened.

She turned her head left and right like a tourist who had never seen civilization before.

I almost laughed.

The Royal House was massive and ancient, built with dark stone walls, tall towers, and huge wolf statues standing all over the yard like silent guards watching everyone.

The car stopped, and the chauffeur quickly came to open the door.

“Young master,” he bowed.

I ignored him and grabbed Anna’s wrist, dragging her along because she was still looking around like someone who had entered a museum for the first time.

If the situation wasn’t serious, I would have been very amused by the way she looked — big glasses, messy curly brown hair, and that confused expression like she had accidentally entered the wrong movie.

We walked through the long hallway and soon arrived at the throne room. The guards opened the large doors and we stepped inside.

Immediately, Anna’s hand started trembling.

Inside the throne room sat my three brothers and my father on their seats like a group of judges about to decide someone’s death sentence.

I wrapped my fingers around Anna’s hand protectively to calm her nerves.

And before you start thinking nonsense — no, I am not in love with her.

I don’t do love.

And even if I did, it definitely wouldn’t start with Anna.

Werewolf or not, mate or not, I am not interested in anything called love. I’ve seen what love did to my mother.

Love destroys people.

And even if the Moon Goddess keeps throwing mates at me like free gifts, I’m still not interested.

“Your Majesty,” Anna bowed, trembling.

My dad nodded, then looked at me. I raised my brow like I was asking him silently, What do you want?

“Pompous! Can’t even greet your Alpha,” my third brother shouted dramatically, as usual craving attention like a child.

I glared at him.

“Last I checked, you’re not the Alpha.”

“Does that mean you can’t greet me?” my father, Alpha Malfoy, asked calmly.

I shrugged.

“If you need something, you should ask for it.”

“Evan Scott,” my dad growled.

I immediately faked a smile and made an exaggerated bow.

“Alpha Malfoy.”

Anna turned to look at me with a shocked expression that clearly said,

Are you insane? That’s the Alpha!

My second brother, Luke, looked like he wanted to punch me.

“Dad, you’re being biased to him again,” Luke complained.

“Silence,” my father said, and Luke immediately shut up.

Then my father turned to Anna.

“What’s your name?”

“A… Anna Valen,” she stuttered.

I frowned. She was trembling too much. She was visibly shaken by my father’s presence.

So I quietly released my alpha aura around her, wrapping it gently around her body to calm her nerves.

ANNA POV

My heart was beating so fast I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

The Alpha King was staring directly at me, and his three sons were looking at me like I was something dirty they found under their shoes.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably.

I couldn’t breathe properly.

Then suddenly, I felt something warm wrap around me gently, like an invisible blanket. My breathing slowly became normal again, and the fear reduced.

I didn’t need to turn to know it was Evan.

“Anna Valen,” the King said thoughtfully.

“Is your father Valen Smith, the infamous scholar?”

I nodded slowly.

My father had been a scholar before he died.

“He was a great man who benefited our pack with his knowledge until he became obsessed with books and traveled to the human world where he met your mother. You have his eyes,” the King said.

I smiled a little. I always loved when people talked about my father. Especially when they said I looked like him.

“Do you know why you are here?” Alpha Malfoy asked.

I shook my head, my heart starting to beat fast again.

“The granddaughter of Morris Rodriguez, the ex-Beta of this pack, and two other important officials of this kingdom were wounded by you,” the King said, his eyes fixed on me.

I clenched my fists.

“They always bully me. They hurt me. They only got wounded because they pushed me too far,” I said, surprising even myself. “They deserved it.”

I didn’t know where that boldness came from, but wherever it came from, I accepted it immediately. I was tired of everyone getting dramatic over Melissa and her group getting hurt. I had always been hurt by them.

The King stared at me for a few seconds.

Then suddenly he started laughing.

Shocking his sons and even me.

“Bold girl, huh? Good. I like you. I didn't make the wrong choice.If old man Rodriguez heard what you just said, he would probably ask me to execute you immediately,” the King said, still smiling.

Then he turned to Evan.

“She’s fierce. A perfect match for you.”

Evan glared at him like he had just insulted his entire existence.

“I guess someone here told you that I would blindly choose my right-hand man’s decision, right?” the King said, glancing at Evan.

Evan didn’t say anything, just looked at him calmly.

“But unfortunately, I’m afraid I will disappoint him,” the King continued. “I’m not that heartless, even if some people think I am. After watching the footage of what your powers did, I decided to pardon you on one condition.”

My heart stopped.

“One condition?” I repeated in my head.

“You will be pardoned if you promise to protect that stubborn bastard son of mine standing behind you,” the King said, pointing at Evan.

Protect Evan?

Is the king crazy?

I slowly turned to look at Evan.

His face had gone completely dark. All traces of his lazy and calm expression were gone.

I could literally feel his anger rising behind me like heat.

His psycho mode was definitely trying to wake up.

I swallowed.

Damn, Your Majesty… if you want to tease your son, why are you using me as the sacrifice?