At The Mercy Of The Merciless Alpha

Chapter Four

Tyler
  As soon as I descended the pack house's  annoying grand staircase, pack members started greeting me. All of them bows down to show their respect. I nodded in acknowledgement. I went to the dining hall and an omega handed me my croissant which is my request for my breakfast today and a glass of fresh apple juice.
  I nodded at her, Alice, in thanks.
  My first bite is halfway to my mouth when Leo's voice halted me.
  "Tyler. Rogue problem." He mindlinked me. Two words. Two damn fucking words and my appetite and my entire day are as ruined as shit.
  "Fucking rogues," I muttered under my breath, grinding my teeth.
  We have been encountering too many rogue problems these days. They are increasing in number though many of them are harmless. Only a few of them (mostly males and those who travel in groups) show threat and possible harm.
  Rogues are still rogues. They forever will be. At the end of the day, they are all the same. I won't take chances. I can't risk my pack's safety. Peace and order come first. Good thing all of us are well~trained. Smirk. No one slacks. No one is a burden here. Everyone is productive. Everyone is an asset. Everyone is fierce and dangerous and deadly to anyone who is up to no good.
  Males start training at 12 years of age while females start at 15. Our male weres train thrice a week (Monday, Wednesday and Friday) while the female ones train twice a week (Tuesday and Thursday). In short, all my pack members are fighter wolves. Of course, we are educated as well. All of us either had or are having or will have quality and complete education. Yes. All Black Moon Pack members are college graduates and degree holders. It is required to finish any four~year course. Thus, everyone here lives comfortably and productively. Not only are we a huge, strong and wealthy pack. Our pack is composed of fingers and intellectuals combined altogether. Many of us even obtain master's and doctor's degrees.
  The training starts at 3:00 a.m. and ends at 5:00 a.m. A second round of training starts at 6:00 p.m. and ends at 8:00 p.m. The set up is pretty much okay because classes start at 8:00 a.m. until 11:45 a.m. then 1:30 p.m. until 4:30 p.m.
  On Saturdays, all the pack members, aside from those who have not yet met the age requirement and those who have already reached the age limit ( 60 years old), train and spar together from 4:00 a.m.~11:00 a.m. then 1:00 p.m.~3:00 p.m. Sunday is a free day. I am not always present for I frequently have other important commitments but I try and do my best to be with them. Our official pack warriors are mostly in charge.
  I already graduated from college years ago and I completed my MBA two years ago.
  My mom, the former Luna, is 100% werewolf. My dad, the former Alpha, is 75% werewolf, 25% human. My paternal grandpa is pure human. My other grandparents on both sides are all werewolves. That makes me 1/8 human. The rest of my blood and genes are were's.
  " Mate is near," my wolf, Thunder, suddenly uttered out of the blue, surprising me a bit. He makes his presence known out of nowhere whenever he feels like it.
  The nerve of him. This wolf, seriously.
  "I can hear you!"
  There he goes again, people. Tch.
  "I'm glad you're still there and alive and have not gone deaf and mute," I sarcastically remarked.
  He's been awfully quiet and passive for weeks. I'm used to it. Nothing's new. He often snobs me and turns as silent as dead making me feel as if he's not around at all. I won't fall for it anymore. It will work no more. Why does he do this don't ~talk~for~no~one~is~around act? It's simply because I love all the females' (werewolves and humans) attention and company. Is it a crime? What must be so wrong with it? Is it my fault they adore me? Did I force them to be crazily obsessed with me?
  No. I am not the slightest guilty here. Tsk tsk.
  Thunder is often mad at me. He's usually grumpy. He hates those beautiful, hot women. He despises them all alike (humans and weres).
  "I said mate is near! Go find and get her right now!" I can feel his impatience and excitement. Or is it our feelings?
    "I told you not to flirt and sleep around but you never give a single fuck! You keep on ignoring me. Now mate will hate us. We're dirty. You're dirty! Dirtier than the dirtiest. How can we face her now, huh? Tell me."
  I felt a disturbing pain in my chest.
  "You're annoying the hell out of me. I don't want mate, okay? I'll reject her right away. Don't worry. We won't have a problem regarding whoever she is," I replied smoothly, carefree and not once wavering.
  "Fuck you, Tyler! I am telling you this, Williams, I'll never let you turn into a wolf ever again if you do that to our soulmate, the love of our life. Never."
  "Damn it, damn it, damn it! Fuck this!"
  Arrgh.