Chapter 5: Another Alpha
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Immaculate Club
The Immaculate Club was alive with noise, music, and flashing lights. It wasn’t just any party; it was Knox’s birthday, and he had invited the crème of the school’s underworld. Godfathers and Mothers from the top clans filled the hall, their children and allies scattered across the dance floor. Tonight wasn’t just celebration—there was also talk of a collaboration between Knox’s clan and a new group from Turkey.
At a corner of the club, Kian stood alone, a glass of red wine in his hand. He wore his usual undercover outfit, blending into the crowd, trying not to draw attention. His eyes kept scanning—sightseeing, but alert.
Knox spotted him and came over, smiling like he always did in public.
“You forced me to come here, when you know I hate parties,” Kian muttered low. “I’m just holding this wine to keep my hands busy. Where were you?”
“Relax, bro,” Knox chuckled. “I was talking with Lutana. You know how it is.”
“Lutana again? Didn’t I tell you his father may be your dad’s bestie, but he’s not ours? You don’t need to pretend with someone you can’t stand.”
Before Knox could reply, Catherine walked up with a small smirk.
“What’s up?” she greeted.
“Cool,” Kian said flatly, not pushing conversation.
“So you’re not going to greet me properly?” Catherine pressed, sarcasm in her voice. “Or have you forgotten I once saved your ass?”
“I didn’t ask for it. But thanks anyway.”
Kian walked off, leaving Catherine staring.
On his way, he bumped into Adeline.
“My bad—sorry,” Kian said immediately, stepping back.
Adeline turned slow, eyes sharp. “So you’re blind now? First your friend, now you.”
“I said I’m sorry. I don’t want trouble here.”
She scoffed. “Apology not accepted. And don’t think I’ve forgotten what you and your wretched friend did. I’ll make sure you regret it. I don’t have your time now—but get ready.”
“I’m not fighting you,” Kian kept his voice low, trying to move past.
“Move then,” she snapped, loud enough for people to look. The heat between them pulled eyes from every corner.
A heavier silence fell. The doors swung open.
The Parkhan entered, flanked by guards in dark suits. He carried no weapon, but his presence pressed on the room. Music dipped, voices died. Godfathers, Mothers, heirs—all bowed their heads as he walked in.
Two high chairs were set at the center. One for him. The other for whichever clan earned top spot tonight. All other clans sat lower, rank clear.
He sat. His eyes scanned everything. Nothing escaped him.
Vikenzo rose, catching the moment, and pointed toward Kian and Adeline.
“Oh, I see, Jadeline,” he said, voice dry. “Your daughter seems desperate enough to force a conversation with my son.”
Jadeline scoffed. “What? I don’t see my daughter with any of your sons. And my daughters will never involve themselves with your bloodline.”
All eyes shifted. The Parkhan leaned forward.
“What are you talking about, Vikenzo?”
Vikenzo lifted a hand toward Kian.
“I think Jadeline’s daughter is trying to talk with my son over there. Allow me to introduce him properly. Meet my third son—Kian Alpha.”
Gasps rippled. Murmurs spread like smoke.
“What? Mr. Undercover is an Alpha?”
“He was hiding his identity all this time?”
“Oh my God—”
Spotlight hit Kian. He stepped forward, jaw tight. Beside him, Adeline’s anger burned hotter.
The Parkhan raised his hand. Silence landed hard.
“With the rules guiding the clans—Vikenzo of Alpha Clan and Jadeline of Monisters—I pronounce the top one of today to be the Alphas.”
Cheers exploded from the Alpha side.
Jadeline’s face went cold; she turned and left the hall.
The Parkhan leaned back, unreadable. Business resumed, but the night was already marked—Kian Alpha’s secret was no longer his own.
The cheers inside the Immaculate Club had not died down when the murmurs began to spread like wildfire.
“Mr. Undercover… Kian Alpha?”
“Vikenzo’s third son?”
“No wonder he always kept to himself.”
Some people clapped, others whispered with envy, and a few stared daggers at him, already calculating what this reveal meant for their clans.
Adeline stood stiff at the corner, her arms folded, her eyes burning holes through Kian’s back. She didn’t clap. She didn’t cheer. She simply watched him, her jaw tight with unspoken fury.
Kian, on the other hand, looked uneasy. The weight of the spotlight was heavier than he imagined. He had survived years by keeping his head low, but now—now he was in the center of everything.
Knox slid beside him, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“Well, brother, your little secret isn’t so secret anymore.”
“I didn’t ask for this,” Kian muttered, gripping the glass of wine in his hand.
“You didn’t have to. Vikenzo made sure of it.” Knox’s smile didn’t waver, but his voice dropped to a whisper. “And trust me, he didn’t do it for you. He did it for power.”
Meanwhile, Jadeline stormed out of the hall, her cloak brushing the marble floor. Catherine hurried after her, while some of the Monisters’ allies exchanged nervous glances. The humiliation was too much to swallow, and everyone knew Jadeline would strike back soon.
Adeline finally moved. She walked past Kian, her voice sharp enough for him to hear.
“Enjoy your glory, Alpha. But don’t think for a second that it makes you untouchable.”
Kian froze, his throat dry. He wanted to speak, to apologize again for bumping into her earlier, but she didn’t even give him the chance.
From his high chair, the Parkhan watched it all with a knowing gaze. His lips curled into the faintest smile. The game had only just begun.
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