*Alex's POV*
It took me three minutes to run the miles to get to the high school- my exhausted limbs complaining the whole way.
I wish I could get some sleep, but Pack Warrior duty is high maintenance. I have to keep track of barder patrol, and regulate any problem within the pack when it arises, and let me tell you: it arises a lot.
Any school fight that happens during the day, I have to come and sort out because I am the strongest, and people are pretty scared of me when I am angry-well, except Blake, but he's Alpha. He shouldn't be afraid of anything, and it seems like he's not, so I respect that about him.
I just wish he would pitch in once in a while. I understand being an Alpha is stressful, but c'mon man. Cut me some slack.
A lot of the younger members skip their patrol shift, so I have to fill in for all of them, and then some.
That is like running the border the majority of the day. I jog into the school, and hear the loud shouts of people cheering a fight on.
"Steel!" Dylan's voice calls out, and I see him waving his arms around like a mad man, and I mentally face palm myself.
I jog over to him, and he pulls me into a tight hug.
"Oh thank god! I thought we were done for!" Dylan cries out dramatically.
"Who's fighting, Dylan," I say, getting straight to the point. I don't have time for hysterics. I'm still hoping I can catch some Z's before tonight.
"Stacy and Lola," Dylan cries out, and I stiffen.
"I skipped breakfast, for a CAT FIGHT?" I boom out in a rumble growl, and Dylan shrinks back in fright, whimpering.
The shouts go silent immediately, but the fight is still going on.
"Sorry," Dylan whispers, lowering his head in shame.
I run a tired hand down my face.
"C'mon, Dylan." I say gently, and straighten him out of his position. I kiss his cheek affectionately because I feel bad for yelling at him. I grab the sleeve of his jacket, and tug him to the fight. I stop when we can see the two blonds in skimpy outfits pulling each other's hair, and flashing their thongs at us.
I groan in frustration, and give a look to Dylan that says, 'pay attention'. Dylan turns his goofy grin serious and mock solutes me like the good soldier he isn't. I roll my eyes, and walk up to the fight.
I let the confidence and authority I feel come off of me in waves, and I don't even have to touch them for them to leap away from each other.
I hold in the urge to scoff at them. Not so tough now, are they.
"What happened?" I ask in a bored tone.
"She slept with my boyfriend!" Stacy shrieks.
"Wait, you have a boyfriend?" I ask raising an eyebrow. The school's easy access has a boyfriend?
Stacy huffs and fold her arms.
"Not anymore," Lola says in a sing song voice.
"Shut up!" Stacy shrieks, and I hold a hand up for them to stop talking.
I hold a hand out behind me and Dylan hands me a clip board with the paperwork I needed to fill out. Again, I rub my eyes-trying to rub the exhaustion from them.
"Name?" I ask, and they both scoff. "What?" I ask, holding my hands up in surrender, "I still have to ask."
"Stacy Tiffany Duchess." Stacy grumbles.
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He Had To Be An Alpha?
WerewolfAlex has a terrible childhood. She literally had her wolf beaten out of her when she was ten, and a whole new world of unimaginable pain is opened to her. In her pack-The BloodLust Pack, they try to break you. You aren't given a name when you are...