1. Claude Phoebe(ManxMan)

•Chapter 16✓

Before now there was one other time when I showeed enough dominance that the pack found themselves submitting even though the dominance was not directed towards them.

I was only eight years old.

Caesar stood before me shirt less and grinning back at me. I shot him the same look before we both gave loud yells to showcase our charging at one another. We collided harshly and laughed as we rolled down on the ground.

"Y'all be careful!"

We ignored the yell and continued to wrestle with one another, our laughs turning to growls and snarls and before we knew it we had shifted. Snapping at each other as we fought.

It was innocent, full of joy and excitement. Our shared pinning was harmless. He'd bit my leg in warning and tackle me to the ground and hold me down, I'd use my body to overturn him and pin him down.

It was fun and boys would be boys until it wasn't so innocent.

He bit a little too hard into my neck, pressing down as he pinned me. A part of me felt caged and uncomfortable with the force, it didn't feel right to be pinned by him, not like this.

Yield. He spoke through the mind link and I felt crazy then. Who was he to tell me that? Why did he want me to give in to him so easily? How could I let him believe he even could? I snapped and growled at him and he pressed harder. His energy felt off, it was like wave upon wave of dominance radiated from him.

I fought against his hold and managed to get through it, biting at his paw he yelped and I slammed into him, dragging him through the mud by his scruff. I growled and I felt it. My body felt heavy,like an extra weight had been added and as I stepped on his side and bit his scruff, I became aware of it, the dominance I radiated, the energy and power I released was so great that Caesar whimpered, pawing at me helplessly and looking away from me.

I couldn't hold back the annoyance I felt from him having tried to dominate me, try to make me yield to him.

Finally I let go, tasting blood I continued to growl threateningly at him, he rolled, trying to seem smaller and showing his belly and once I felt satisfied with his submittion, I sat down, watching his every move before it dawned on me.

There was a hushed silence, a cluster of stray whimpering could be heard. I turned and witnessed a shock of my young 8 year old life. The pack members who had been outside all lay on their stomachs, some as humans and some in their wolf forms, submitting and whimpering, it was adults and kids alike, even Winston had submitted, staring wide eyed at me.

I shifted back then, crouched and looking around at the fear and shock in some of their eyes. I looked at Caesar who wouldn't look at me, his hand was bleeding and healing and I reached for him. He flinched and I whimpered.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to."

Til this day I never forgot how at a tender age I had envoked the submission of everyone while I had only been aiming at one person. I recalled the chatter later that very day, the questions.

He's only eight, how did he do that?

Did you feel that? I swear it felt like I might lose my mind.

That...that wasn't natural. Who... I've never seen an Alpha, young or old do that.

He grew. Did you see? He grew a bit too.

Since then I had been careful with myself. Playing wasn't so easy for the next few weeks, not only did the kids fear me, I didn't trust myself. That's when I decided, I didn't want to be an Alpha they feared but rather one they respected.