True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 5

Jungkook's P.O.V.

Years have gone by since that unfortunate day. Now I am 21. An age at which most of the males are already mated and have settled down. Me?

I am just here, training to become eligible for that competition I long since decided I wanted to wreck. Maturity hit me at a young age, so my understanding of this world has also accumulated with time to become something more.

My senses are sharper than most and my instinct even baser. I know I no longer look like an immature brat of an omega, but more like an young alpha in training. I also know that I am no longer the me from before, that smiling and laughing kid which I once was.

Those who see me, either avoid eye contact or just randomly attack me. They can't help it, I am just that much of an enigma to them. I know they can smell my scent wherever I go, and as my luck would have it, my scent is way stronger than what is considered normal. It is as if I am constantly in heat.

I don't know if my turning into a wolf triggered such strong reaction to my scent or the tough training was the catalyst. But whatever the reason, I am always struggling. Above that, when my heat strikes, it is like a tidal wave of lust when all I could think about is fucking someone. And that thought is dangerous, so I just stubbornly keep my heat under the wraps, caged within a wall of will power, only to be opened when I want it to. Which I feel is never.

Besides, I have much better tasks to focus on than finding a mate. I don't think that will ever happen with me, no mate can satisfy my hunger for power or could handle my fluctuating emotions. I am not a broken soul, but I am worse than that. 

I sighed as I looked around the bar. Everyone was drinking something or the other and the dim lighting gave a feeling of warmth and comfort. Like I belonged in this dirty place full of strangers filled with lust. Most of them were either betas or gammas, a bunch of locals who must work under some alpha.

And I wanted to know who that alpha was, his real name.

I had heard that the village... more like a town, was under the influence of a great alpha namely, Jackson. But obviously, that was a name given to him by the locals and his pack members.

And what better way to find the leader than approaching his pack directly?

The reason why I wanted to meet this Jackson person was because he was a member of the Challenge Arch Fest, an active member who dealt with giving the names of the challengers to the council which organised the Fest. He of course didn't own any territory but his influence was still at par with the ones who did.

So giving up on finishing the drink that tasted like sewer, I stood up from my chair and focused my senses to my surrounding. And not so surprisingly, I felt several people tense around the bar, as if they were spying on me.

Since a few locals were still happily chatting away, the atmosphere didn't seem as tense as it really was. The loud singing of one of the performers was also soothing the thick smothering feeling around the place. Yes, the bar was cozy, but it was not my type. I liked noise. Preferably the screams of my enemies pleased me the most, as I snapped their bones like twigs if cross.

I walked around the tables, and watched with amusement when a few people started to leave the bar. And even better, the chattering stopped, even the music. And since it was now no longer noisy, I felt my temper rise for the occasion. I liked noise, so I was going to make some.