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Ch 1. Basics

Ch.1 Basics

What does it take to become the best Alpha of all time? According to my sexist and douchebag father, an Alpha should never back down from a challenge. An alpha should never have fun if they could use that time for studying; an alpha should be strong and take down anybody who stands in their way of authority. This is what my father tried to make me think—constantly pushing me to be the best. Making me train day after day, rain, sleet, or snow. But I never wanted to be the country's most dangerous and feared Alpha. I never felt the urge to be the best. Why would I want to put myself through torture to become feared? I guess the answer would be fear itself.

Although I'm an Alpha, I look far from it. My father stands at a whopping 6'3" and is all muscle at 246 lbs. His body may be two of mine, put side by side. He has Black wavy hair, the only trait we share, and greedy green eyes. He has a dominating scent of burnt wood and light musk. I like to say he smells like a forest fire, killing everything around him, but my mom hates it when I say that. She says he smells like a nice beach bonfire with calm waves. That's the power of true mates for you. My empathetic mother, who I love dearly, has light blonde hair and blue eyes. She is petite at 5'2" with a rose oil scent and has a thick figure. I get many of my looks from her.

I, Anders Bellmore, look almost like a carbon copy of my mother. I have her plump cheeks, celestial nose type, thick lips, and blue eyes. I have toned muscles, but that's about it. I am slimmer and have a lower average alpha height of 5'8". It gives me advantages in fights if it concerns speed and agility, but brute strength isn't my forte. Most people think that I'm an omega. Because I take after my mother in terms of my facial structure and body type, I'm curvier and thinner. I've been told by creepy alphas in heat that I have excellent birthing hips. Although I like my body type and am very happy with how I look, my father despises that I didn't take after him because I don't look "Alpha enough." The only thing we share is my hair; even then, I grow it out long. My hair is around my shoulders in a heavily layered style most of the time. I also have a blonde peekaboo underneath my black hair. (Photo Above. From: Pink Heart Jam Manga)

Anyway, I'm in my office doing paperwork in a baggy black worn-out T-shirt and black baggy ripped jeans. After my father retired, I was appointed Alpha of Crypt, our pack's name. We gained this name due to a lack of shared information about our pack. We aren't very open about our personal affairs or any political standing. Honestly, I prefer it this way. Due to our pack's secretive reputation, I don't have to attend those stupid pack leader meetings. This only started recently, however. Due to my father not living in this pack anymore, I can do what I want. And I decided I wouldn't say I liked those meetings where everybody tries to rule over everybody else and the yelling... it's just too much testosterone in one room. Speaking of yelling, I can hear my little brother stomping up to my office...what did I do this time?

My dear little brother is also an Alpha. His name is Asher Bellmore. Due to my mother being an Omega and my father being an Alpha, the chances of having an Alpha child are very high. The chances go from 50% to a guaranteed 75%. My brother has always been more 'manly' than myself. He is almost as tall as Dad at 6'2 and all muscle. I look like an omega compared to the alphas in my family. Luckily, nobody ever mentioned it; due to my short fuse and dangerous fighting ability, nobody had the guts to make fun of me. My dearest little brother is the only one who can do that. A sudden slam forced me out of my thoughts.

"Bubbyy!" I hear Asher whine out my nickname. I wouldn't say I like it, but this nickname of mine has stuck since my brother learned to talk, so there's no way I can get rid of it now. "How can I help you?" I ask with a straight face. It's not like I chose to keep a straight face, but my facial muscles haven't seemed strong since birth. Meaning it takes a lot for me even to crack a smile. I look like I'm either going to kill you or am constipated. So I choose not to try. "Do I have to do training?! It's soooo boring, and everybody asks me about you or if I'm single!" He all but yells/whines into my face, spraying some of his spit in my face on accident.

I wipe his disgusting mouth fluids off my face and look at him directly in his eyes. "Yes, you must attend. You are the teacher." He sighs dramatically and plops onto one of the chairs in front of my desk for guests.

"But seriously. Why do I have to train the alphas and betas?" He asks straightly, looking for a reasonable answer to his tedious task. All I can do is sigh. We have been over this for what seems like the 500th time. "Are you looking for an ego boost or something? You know it's because nobody else is strong enough to keep them under control." I say in an annoyed tone that doesn't match my bored-looking face. He smiles smugly and continues with his blast of questions about what I was doing. "Anyway! Have you seen this new band lately? They're so good! They have a pair of twin players! And the drummer is my type, and they're both omegas. I wonder if-"

I stand up suddenly from my desk, my hands slamming on the dark wood, and I quickly leave my office. I love my brother, and I do, of course, but he talks way too much when I'm trying to get my work done. As I'm walking down the hall, I can hear my brother yelling for me. I continue my pace, maybe a little faster, and leave to the training grounds.