THE ALPHA'S LITTLE NERD

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Anna POV

I watched as the she-wolf sank her claws deep into the male wolf—Covent’s—face, leaving a nasty scar before going in again… and again… and again.

Honestly, it was brutal.

She moved like she was playing with him, while he blindly hurled spears of ice around himself like a confused snow machine. But she was fast—too fast. At some point, she was nothing but a blur.

In less than five minutes, she flipped the entire match and won.

The male wolf lay on the ground, his wounds barely healing.

“Damn. That’s a straight ticket to the hospital,” Stella muttered, staring at him with pity that… wasn’t really pity.

“Carol! Carol! Carol!”

The crowd erupted. Even the kids were chanting her name.

The whole place came alive as she stood tall in the arena, proud like a warrior. Her black hair framed her fierce expression, and her wounds had already healed.

This place… it was nothing like anything I’d ever seen.

Since coming to the Moon Wolf Pack, I’d realized this wasn’t just tradition—it was who they were. Fighting. Strength. Dominance.

For a moment, I understood why werewolves hated humans.

The Alpha King had placed restrictions on them—to protect humans. No random transformations. No uncontrolled chaos. Apparently, in the past, some wolves abused their power, terrorizing humans and forcing them to give up their belongings.

So now, the only time they could fully transform freely… was during events like this—where no humans were present.

And wolves? They hated restrictions.

They loved running. Freedom. Power.

Take that away, and yeah… you’d have a lot of angry wolves.

Beside me, Stella and Emma were screaming like their lives depended on it.

I turned back to the arena—and froze.

My eyes met hers.

I flinched at the intensity in her gaze.

Then… she smiled at me.

Behind her, another match had already started, but she stepped down from the arena, ignoring the crowd, and walked straight toward us.

“Is it me,” Stella whispered loudly, practically vibrating, “or is the wolf pack champion walking toward us?!”

I blinked. I had never seen Stella this excited before.

Carol stopped in front of us, completely ignoring Stella and Emma, and looked straight at me.

I frowned.

“Hi. Anna, right?”

I nodded.

Up close… she was stunning. And the way she carried herself? Pure confidence.

She smiled—a surprisingly cute one.

“I’m Carol.”

I glanced at her outstretched hand… suspiciously.

It’s not that I was scared.

I just didn’t understand how she knew me—or what she wanted. I was literally nobody.

“Anna! That’s Carol Malfoy!” Stella whisper-yelled beside me, clearly losing her mind over my lack of reaction.

Honestly? Even I didn’t understand myself.

I used to be polite—even to people who didn’t deserve it. But after what happened with Melissa… something changed.

Now I was always alert. Careful. Wary.

Even knowing Stella and Emma recognized her didn’t help—it just made me more cautious.

Carol didn’t look offended.

“It’s okay,” she said easily. “You’re probably wondering how I know you. Aren’t you the girl who beat up that Meli girl?”

Meli girl?

As in… Melissa?

“I didn’t—” I started.

But she cut me off, extending her hand again.

“I’m Carol Malfoy. Evan’s sister. The best female champion.”

She said that last part with so much pride it practically sparkled.

Malfoy?

Evan’s sister?

…Oh.

I took her hand.

Immediately, she draped an arm over my shoulder like we were already best friends.

“The moment I heard someone named Anna put that little devil in the hospital, I was impressed,” she said casually. “She’s been causing trouble between my brothers for years. Jumping from one to another. Honestly, it was nice to see someone finally put her in her place.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“So you want to be my friend… just to annoy her?”

“Is that bad?” she asked.

I smiled.

Not at all.

An enemy of my enemy is definitely my friend.

And honestly? I liked her vibe.

“Gotta run. See you later,” she said before walking off like she owned the place.

When I turned back, Stella was staring at me with her arms crossed and a deep frown.

“Seriously, Anna? In front of me?”

I smiled.

Yep. Jealous.

“Can we go now? My legs are starting to feel like they belong to someone else.”

Emma grabbed my hand. “Sure, I’ll take you home.”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Stella snapped, tossing her head dramatically.

I smiled.

Drama queen.

But as we started walking away, she shouted, “Better take care of her!”

Emma and I shared a small smile.

Stella really was something else.

After Emma dropped me off, she headed back to the party—the moon was still high, after all.

I walked into the house quietly. Mom was probably asleep, and Freya was likely still out.

As I climbed the stairs, my head started pounding.

My whole body felt… wrong.

Heavy. Aching.

“What the hell…”

It started right after we left the party. Emma had even asked if I was okay, but I hadn’t felt anything then.

Now?

Now it felt like my body was fighting itself.

I reached my room and quickly started to undress—

Then froze.

Someone was in my room.

I turned sharply.

“Evan?”

What was he doing here?!

He sat casually on my bed, chin resting on his hand, like he’d bought a front-row ticket to a show.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped. “And how did you even get in? The door was locked.”

He tapped the bed beside him.

“Come sit.”

I frowned.

“I asked what you’re doing here, Evan.”

He smiled.

“You seem to forget—you’re my errand girl, Anna.”

“I quit,” I shot back immediately. “You don’t get to order me around anymore.”

Seriously. Who said he changed? Still the same bastard.

Evan chuckled and stood, walking slowly toward me with that dangerous smirk.

I almost stepped back—but forced myself to stay still.

He stopped just a foot away, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

“Little kitten’s got some guts,” he murmured.

His breath brushed my skin, and my stomach did a very annoying flip.

Ugh. Not now.

“Get lost, Evan,” I forced out.

That stupidly attractive smile stayed on his face—the one that made you question how someone who looked that innocent could be so cruel.

“Come to bed,” he said softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

My stomach flipped again.

I hated that.

Before I could react, his hands were suddenly under me—and he lifted me.

I nearly screamed.

He lightly pinched me.

“You don’t want to wake your mom, do you?”

…Traitor body. I immediately went quiet.

Damn him.

He placed me on the bed, and I tried to get up, but he held my hands down.

“Stay still, Anna.”

That only made me angrier.

“Let go of me, Evan. Seriously—get off.”

He smirked.

“You seem to forget the last time we got… close.”

My heart betrayed me by racing.

I didn’t forget.

If anything, it haunted me in the worst—and most confusing—way.

“I swear, Evan, if you try anything—”

He cut me off, looking oddly tired.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

…That didn’t make me feel better.

“This is you we’re talking about.”

“Then why are you here?” I asked.

He lay down beside me, resting his head on my shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I hated that it didn’t feel wrong.

“To sleep.”

I scoffed. “You have a house, Evan.”

“And probably ten beds,” I added.

He stiffened.

I froze.

Did I hit a nerve?

But then he relaxed, shifting closer.

“I wish I didn’t,” he muttered.

I frowned.

That’s when I noticed it.

He looked… exhausted.

Not his usual calculated, annoying self.

Just tired.

I wanted to ask what happened.

But this was Evan.

He wouldn’t answer.

And worse—he might snap right back into being insufferable.

So I stayed quiet.

After a while, he loosened one hand but kept holding the other like I might disappear.

I rolled my eyes internally.

Yes, because I can totally outrun you.

Then—

His hand slid to my hip.

I immediately grabbed it.

“Hey. No touching.”

He looked up at me, almost apologetic.

“Sorry. My hands don’t listen to me.”

I scoffed.

Of course they don’t.

“You either stay still or leave,” I said firmly.

He nodded obediently and went still.

I blinked.

Evan… obedient?

Okay. Now I was concerned.

“Hey.” I nudged him. “What’s wrong with you?”

No response.

He was already asleep.

I stared at his face.

Peaceful. Innocent.

Completely different from the nightmare I usually dealt with.

I thought about pushing him off.

Taking a shower.

Reclaiming my space.

…but he was holding my hand like I might vanish.

And for some reason—

I couldn’t move him.

“Damn it,” I muttered.

This was insane.