The Alpha is still in a good mood
1010 Words
Alpha Dixon was in an unusually good mood, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by those around him, particularly Jonas Grader of the Grader Pack.
The two Alphas were seated in the Exclusive Box, an elevated area in the open arena of Redmoon Pack, the largest and most dominant pack in the continent. From this vantage point, they had a perfect view of the ongoing archery contest.
Initially, Redmoon Pack had been in the lead, but Grader Pack had gradually closed the gap, consistently hitting the bullseye and bringing the competition to the brink of a tie.
Alpha Jonas was understandably pleased. He had ensured that his warriors were well-trained in archery, aiming to finally surpass Redmoon Pack.
But despite the tense competition, Alpha Dixon remained in high spirits, his body relaxed as he watched the event unfold.
Jonas couldn’t help but wonder if Dixon’s nonchalance was a sign of confidence—was he certain of his pack's victory, or did he have a hidden ace up his sleeve?
What Jonas didn’t realize was that Dixon’s thoughts were far from the contest.
He was reflecting on how well he had slept the previous night—something that hadn’t happened in a long time.
Dixon had always struggled with sleep, his mind too troubled to find rest without the aid of medication prescribed by the pack’s physician.
But last night was different.
Without taking any medication, he had slept soundly, and it left him feeling surprisingly refreshed.
Alpha Jonas cleared his throat, breaking through Dixon’s thoughts. “So, Alpha Dixon, how does it feel to see my men nearly overtaking yours?”
Despite being deep in thought, Alpha Dixon’s senses were always on alert.
He turned his gaze from Jonas to the arena below and then up to the scoreboard.
It was true—Grader Pack had nearly caught up.
As he watched, one of his own archers narrowly missed the bullseye, while a Grader Pack archer struck it dead-on, pushing their score above Redmoon’s.
A flicker of irritation crossed Dixon’s face.
Grabbing the mic, his voice cut through the air with a stern edge. “Leroy! What the hell are you doing down there? Do not disappoint me!”
Leroy, clearly rattled, glanced up at his Alpha and nodded with respect.
He took a steadying breath, focused, and released his arrow.
It flew with perfect precision—bullseye.
Alpha Jonas let out a resigned sigh. “Hmm. Fear seems to be quite the motivator. How do you manage it?”
Alpha Dixon shrugged casually, though his tone carried a hint of bitterness. “When you're angry by something like not being able to sleep with a woman, they pick up on it. But you wouldn’t understand—you sleep with women.”
“Well, not with women,” Jonas corrected with a wry smile. “I wouldn’t want to end up cursed like you. Though I must say, you’ve seemed unusually upbeat today… or now that I think about it, were you in a daze? Did something happen?”
Alpha Dixon smirked as he glanced over at Alpha Jonas. They had known each other since they were teenagers, and this news was bound to shock his old friend.
“I found a woman immune to the curse,” Alpha Dixon announced, his smirk deepening.
“Unbelievable!” Alpha Jonas exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief.
“I can hardly believe it myself, but it's true. She touched me, and she's still alive,” Dixon replied, the hint of astonishment still lingering in his voice.
Jonas leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “What’s her name? What’s her affinity?”
Alpha Dixon opened his mouth to reply, “Lit—” but stopped short.
He realized he didn’t even know her name. “Little one” was all he had been calling her, but that wasn’t her real name.
He needed to find out who she was.
She was young, and it was likely she attended the Academy.
With that thought in mind, he picked up his mic again and spoke firmly, “I know you’re here, Principal Henshaw. Please provide me with the list of all your students at the Academy.”
Hidden among the spectators, Principal Henshaw’s eyes widened in shock.
How did the Alpha know he was here? He had slipped away from the school, leaving it in the hands of his vice, just to enjoy the match.
Now, the Alpha was calling for him.
Henshaw frowned as he made his way through the crowd, trying to stay unnoticed. “Excuse me… pardon me…” he muttered, squeezing past people.
As he finally left the stands, he began to wonder why Alpha Dixon suddenly needed the list of Academy students. It was an unusual request.
Reaching into his bag, he retrieved his tablet, which held the list in soft copy, and headed up the stairs toward the exclusive box.
When Principal Henshaw arrived, he handed Alpha Dixon the tablet with his head bowed in respect.
Alpha Dixon was already on the phone with Amaia. After learning her name, he searched the tablet for her records but came up empty-handed.
Although he found someone else that matched the same surname as Amaia… Veera Linson.
Why isn’t she attending the Academy?
“Why aren’t you going to the Academy, Amaia?” he asked, testing the sound of her name on his lips. It was a beautiful name.
Amaia sat on her bed, shrugging as if it were nothing. “My parents didn't have the money to enroll me. They couldn’t afford the tuition. The Academy is expensive, so only my sister gets to go.”
Alpha Dixon frowned in confusion.
He turned to Principal Henshaw. “Isn’t the Academy supposed to be mandatory for everyone?”
Principal Henshaw nodded quickly. “Yes, Alpha, it is.”
“Then why are some people not attending? And what’s this about needing money to enroll?” Alpha Dixon’s voice held a sharp edge.
Principal Henshaw looked baffled.
“Money? There’s no such thing, Alpha…”
- Writer
