Tap tap tap. The sound of impatient dogs tapping their foot on the cold stone floor.
In a dark alleyway, when the sun was waving its goodbyes, you quickly scanned your phone for notifications. None. Awesome. You turned your attention back to the pieces of lowly trash who had totally no idea how to make a living.
"Hey! Did you hear us? Give us all your valuables!" the leader of the gang grabbed you chin and forced you to look him in the eyes.
"And if we are in the mood, we might play with your body a little, Omega," one of his henchmen added.
"Or if you're lucky, we might even take you in hehe, seeing how beautiful you are," another chirped in.
Nowadays, the lowly dogs bark at anyone. You took in the whole group of trash. Studying their builds, weapons and etcetera. This was compulsory, even when facing insects. Never underestimate the enemy, that was what you father taught you.
Five, 3 Alpha, 2 Beta. Only visible weapon: baseball bats. SERIOUSLY?
"Tsk," you furrowed your eyebrows, not wanting to waste your precious time, "get lost if you don't want to bleed."
The red head leader paused for a moment, his eyes slightly widened for a brief second.
"Don't try to scare us, kid," red head said as he pushed you to the centre of the five.
Splendid, this makes it much easier, you thought as your cracked you knuckles.
"Get ready-" you said enthusiastically.
Before any of the gangsters could react, fast punches and kicks sent all five men whining and bleeding on the floor. You, only you, were left standing in the middle of the whimpering dogs. Bruises and blood could be seen as you had used a combination of punches, kicks and hits, all thanks to the baseball bats the gangsters supplied.
You dusted your hands and nodded, satisfied with your own work. The society should give you a 'fighting the most gangsters award in a year' award, 'thank you for helping us attract all the gangsters away' award or maybe a 'most efficient at lowering crime rates' award.
Tap tap tap. As you stride away, you suddenly remembered something.
"It's Beta, by the way. Though it probably won't help you differentiate betas and omegas in the future.." you said, scratching your chin, "Son of Fuerza. Your welcome."
Gracefully giving your signature bow as you smirked, looking at the horrified faces on the gangsters.
"Y-y-y-you're-you're that monster's son!" one of the betas gasped as he scrambled away, with his broken leg.
"We're d-done," the red head buried his face in his hands.
"Not yet~" you replied, with that professional grin on.
You happily left the scene, leaving the five bewildered men laying there, on the floor.
...
Skipping through the ever so familiar alleyways, you were whistling blissfully.
That was so satisfying, you thought as you recalled the petrified faces on the "bad guys' " faces. What are they doing to do next~
BAM
You whammed your head straight into the chest of a tall figure as you made a turn around a wall.
"Sorry-" you apologised but stopped when the other man grabbed one of your wrists.
"Hey, what are you trying to do!? I already apologised!" you raised your voice in annoyance, you've experienced this often.
The man reached for your other wrist, but you were too fast for him. Having a smaller build, you punched him in the face. Taken aback, the man stumbled back a little. You quickly took the opportunity to free your hand, and then swiftly kicked the back of his knees. Much to your amazement, the man grabbed the leg you swung at him, causing you to fall. Your ass slammed firmly onto the ground and a piecing pain shot through your abdomen.
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Romance𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒 1𝓈𝓉, 𝒲𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇. [y/n], an ordinary university student, or at least that is how you would introduce yourself. For some, however, you were the prey that they cannot loosen their grip on. A seemingly ordinary contract concerning you...
