Unexpected

ALPHA

It was the first semester of my junior year in college. I could take the easy route and work at my pops oil company, but I planned on making my own money doing what I love: building custom cars and motorcycles.

Before my brother was killed, we used to work on his Harley Davidson all the time, along with a few of his classic cars. He was supposed to be Alpha before me but died fighting over territory with an opposing pack.

Already got revenge for him, too.

I pulled into the campus parking lot with my beta and gamma. As soon as we got out of the car, a few girls walked over to speak.

Akimitsu and Darnell were in their element, and I just chilled for the hell of it. I try to keep my dick to a limit of women since officially becoming Alpha two years ago.

If I kiss a woman, they automatically assume they're my mate. The latest one was Chanel. She was pretty but ran her mouth too much about everything that she saw happening when we're together.

The last time we had sex, I couldn't focus. This addictive scent and energy came from somewhere else. It made me want to rip Chanel's throat out, and I slowly felt disgusted that I was with her.

That was the second time we had sex and I didn't understand why the first time I was cool but not that time. After I got dressed and walked out of the room, I found the reason...Nova.

She was beautiful and had this goth witch vibe to her. I'll be honest, she isn't the usual type of girl I used to mess with, but I was drawn to her.

So far, I know Nova Marshall is 18 yrs old and lives with her dad, Curtis Marshall. Her human mother, Laticha, is a fugitive who practiced witchcraft, and Nova just got accepted into the witch coven.

Being Alpha, I know a lot of things. But there's also some things I wish I didn't know shit about.

"Ay, Knox, we need your help!" Janelle yelled from the college entrance.

"With what?"

CRASH!

A body smashed through the top floor window and hit the ground hard. The sound of bones cracking was heard loud and clear.

"They're fighting again." My beta Akimitsu shook his head.

The others ran into the entrance to get help for the injured male while I climbed up the building into the shattered window.

There was no damage or furniture broken inside the classroom, which is unlikely during a werewolf fight.

Once inside, I could smell the particular scent that caused the hair on my neck to stand on end.

"A rogue."

They were a pain in the ass and always had to make their presence known around us regular werewolves. They hate authority and rules of a pack but can't seem to stay away.

I stood in the middle of the class. That muthafucka was in here with me but was able to camouflage himself. My beta walked in.

"Ay, did you find anything?"

My canines grew as another energy charged towards us. I grabbed him by his neck, holding the rogue in the air.

"It's more of us than you, Al-Alpha..."

"Good, you're gone need all the help you can get."

While I walked out of the classroom, I had him in a headlock shutting off his air supply.

I walked down the hall where a group of students and professors were standing. They quickly gave me their attention.

"Keep your head on a swivel and report any sighting of rogues. There are some trying to infiltrate the pack...stay vigilant."