Pup and Pack

Chapter Three

Mario slashed and kicked. The dummy practically exploded, covering him with straw and leather. He didn't care. Training so hard had made him feel less like the pathetic fool he thought he was and more like the alpha he was supposed to be. 

"Not too shabby, for the most pathetic alpha I've ever seen," a sneering voice said.

Mario sighed. He knew that voice. He turned around to see Oliver. Oliver was a newer werewolf and the most selfish, arrogant egomaniac that Mario had ever met. Oliver wasn't that strong, he was a terrible hunter, and he tried to accost Relena regularly. Mario had plenty of reasons to hate him.

"What do you want, Oliver? Say it fast and leave me alone."

"Ooh, tough guy, huh? That's a laugh. So, I heard yesterday was the two-year-anniversary of the Wild Hunt's attack. Didn't you lose the pack pup in that battle?"

"What's it to you?"

"Well, I hear you were a wreck when he was killed. Was your kiddy? Or something else?"

Mario's fists were clenched. It was taking all of his self-control to keep himself from slugging Oliver twice, once in the jaw and once in a very painful place.

"Yeah, I heard that stupid omega and the beauty herself talking about him. What made him so special? I have an idea about that, and I have to say, you are low."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, alpha, you're a pretty bad alpha, let's be honest. But I didn't think you'd be a pedo. I mean, that's just-"

Mario lunged at him and punched him hard in the stomach and the bad area. Oliver went down, howling like a baby.

"Oliver, you say one more thing like that, and I promise, I will rip your tongue out and tie it around your neck. Is that clear?"

Oliver whimpered pitifully. 

"Is that clear?!"

"Y-yes, alpha! Yes, alpha!"

"Now run, before I change my mind about being so nice to you."

Oliver bolted off with his tail between his legs. Good riddance. Mario was seriously thinking about kicking him out of the pack. Most of them would be grateful to be rid of Oliver.

Still, he had gotten him thinking. Was he that bad of an alpha? Even if he thought he as a person was pathetic, he had tried not to let that seep into his life as alpha. It was true he wasn't very enthusiastic or attentive, but he thought he still lead the pack well.

Was Oliver right?

Mario shook his head. The thought of Oliver being right was like the thought of a logical Xylo or an ugly Relena or nice vampires or even an alive Bryan. Just impossible.