True Alpha (Jikook)

Chapter 6

Author's P.O.V.

Mark had been running through the town for a quick security check, dodging people and the society in general. He was not much of a verbal abuser, he believed in fists. One wrong word around him and he had no qualms in executing that mediator.

Wherever he went, people who were a little more courageous than the rest, often asked him why he was still the left hand man when he was assumed more intelligent and powerful than Bambam. He had his reasons, he liked living in peace, the small respites were a necessity for him. So he left the busy schedules to Bambam, who was more than happy to boss around his legion.

And besides the fact that he loved his sworn brother, he always felt that Jackson favored Bambam more than him. Earlier they had been close, inseparable as kids, but with time, the struggle for power had drifted them apart. What was born was an awkward relationship where he often stayed quiet and listened to his alpha silently as he talked. And Jackson liked to talk. A lot.

He landed on the roof of a handsome cottage, looking past the crowd on the streets, people from all backgrounds lived in this town and some were rich enough to wear suits, while the others were just peasants or artisans.

Looking at the colored ribbons and balloons tied around the wider boulevard, he further explored the place only to find that some kind of a fair was being organised. He glared at that, he didn't like such festivities, it only made him more annoyed by all the giggling and squealing of the crowd.

But he knew it was an important source of commerce, without such delicacies, his town would die out. Strength was one point, but other resources were also a must. Being the eldest of his pack, his opinion was considered, and it gave him a sense of relief, knowing his family wouldn't fall to the low standards set by their territory leader. 

He wanted Jackson to live through the selfish manipulations and become the next territory head. 

A shift had already taken place in the power strata, most of the villages and towns in Sarang (Their territory) had taken to mutiny, not believing in their current leader, which was a given, since the leader was a self absorbent and self obsessed jerk. 

You couldn't run a pack being selfish, it wouldn't last long, and if you show any weaknesses, the others would take over. That was what their world supported as the ultimate rule. And their leader was becoming weak, so it was a perfect opportunity for Jackson to take over.

Mark's P.O.V.

I jumped down the roof and landed in the narrow alleyway just across it. Pressing my red blazer to remove the crease, I combed back my hair to look more presentable. 

I was in no mood to hurry back to the base, it was boring to just sleep around when no enemy tried to infiltrate. 

The Challenge arc fest was about to take place this year, and I was very excited. I had my own reasons for being so anxious about it, but aside from that I wanted some adventure in my life.