My Damaged Alpha

Chapter 3: Deception

Entering the dim room, a large mahogany desk stood ten yards from the double doors I set foot in. The leather chair, facing away from me, swiveled around once my entrance was made known.

Pops displayed a somber expression, not typical from this old man. Motioning me to sit in the chairs in front of his desk, I hesitantly made my way. Settling in the seat, my nerves got the better of me. Leg bouncing, hands sweating, I awaited my lecture.

Minutes passed, the two of us coated in uncomfortable silence. Nervousness overrode my system, the sweat had spread to my pits and my feet, mentally thanking my past self for picking a dark shirt. Pops having raised me, I knew this was going to be a painfully long lecture along with an equally painful and long punishment.

***Flashback***

Recounting to a time in my younger years, in middle school, the enemy of all pre-teens, a girl was bullying me due to my lack of family on family day. With Pops busy running the pack, it was easy to overlook a simple school event.

The girls relentless snares and aggression pushed me over the edge. Cornered in the end of an alley, away from all possible help, I fought back. As chubby child who had not yet endured training, it was a weak and helpless attempt. But thankfully, my opponent was just as weak and helpless.

I pummeled her to the ground, smashing whatever I came in contact with. Her face, arms, chest, stomach, all were free game to me. Screaming and crying, she fought back. Scratching and punching, she rolled me over and continued her assault.

After rolling down the entirety of the alleyway, constantly switching positions, our scuffle drew closer and closer to the event. Overhearing our struggling battle cries, parents rushed and yanked us off of each others bloodied and bruised bodies.

It was a drawl. But I could not leave it that way.

I had to win.

The woman who restrained me had a pair of scissors poking out of her pants pocket, most likely to assist her in the arts in craft activities. Grabbing the weapon and biting my restrainer, I lunged towards the sobbing mess of a girl.

Grabbing one of her long, red braided pigtails, I yanked them down and cut in a swift, jagged manner.

I saved her a trip to the hair salon.

Afterwards, Pops rushed to the principles office. I was let off easy because I was defending myself from bullying, but I still got lunch and after school detention for cutting the girls hair.

Pops did not say a word to me. Apologizing to the principle, we left the school and headed home. The drive was silent.

Reaching Pops' house, he dropped my backpack outside the front door and grabbed my arm and led me to the training grounds of the Main House.

He punished me for a whole month filled with long, excruciating physical training for hours on end. Each day I would pass out on the training grounds and wake up the next morning in my room. Pops did not speak to me for the duration of the month other than to instruct me in training.

At the end of the month, during dinner, Pops grunted, "Do you know why I am punishing you?"

Confusion passed my now slim face, "Because I fought back?"

"No. Not because you fought back, but that you went for revenge and unnecessarily cut her hair and injured an innocent woman."

"Well she unnecessarily bullied me." I mumbled under my breath.

"This isn't about her! This is about you! This is about what you did Julius!"

Slipping into my seat with shame, I muttered , "What was so wrong about revenge...."

Sighing, Pops looked out the window of the dinning room, his jaw clenching, "Revenge messes with your heart Jules," –turning and looking into my eyes—"it hardens you and blinds you. It takes over your life and becomes you."

Silence echoed in the room. Absorbing his words, I thought about my parents and how they were taken from me. Tears stung my eyes and threatened to be released.

"Okay Pops. I'm sorry..."

***End Flashback***

20 minuets.

20 minutes had passed since I arrived in Pops' office.

20 minuets of sitting and awaiting my doom.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Pops", I exclaimed, "Just talk already."

Looking at me with conflicting eyes, he lounged in his chair and continued to stare.

"Lets just get this over with," I muttered as I repositioned myself in the red cushions of my chair.

"I want grand-pups." he blurted.

My face dropped. This is the LAST thing I expected from Pops. Baffled I stuttered, "W-ww.. Grand-pups???"

"You heard me grand-pups." He lifted his legs to rest on his desk.

"Okayyyy, but I haven't found my mate. You are so adamant about me settling down but I am only 23."

With a grunt, Pops rang a little silver bell on his desk, immediately, two servants filed in with refreshments. After serving Pops and I, they departed and left us in silence.

"Drink." he ordered.

Obliging, I drank my cup and served a second one.

"Julius, you know those girls you sleep with are not interested in you."

Stiffening, I set down my cup and frowned at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, they are not after you, but rather your position and your power."

"You think I didn't know that?" I scoffed, downing the rest of my second drink.

"Hmph. I thought you were oblivious to the fact that they use you, considering you have been repeating your mistakes."

My vision blurred for a second, after blinking twice, I regained proper sight.

Weird.

My sight distorted again, however this time, my eyes would not refocus. Freaking out, I reached out to Atlas, but there was no reply. Panic crept into my chest and fear crawled in my toes.

"POPS. WHAT DID YOU DO!?" I roared in anger, slamming my fists into the armrest, leaning over in attempt to lessen the pounding headache.

"Since you are a dominate, divine alpha, wolfsbane and silver do not work on you the way they do to normal werewolves. However, combined with Nightshade, the toxins pull you into a weakened state for a long period of time."

"ARE YOU FUC—"

"Tsk tsk. Language son," Pops sighed. "I taught you better than that."

Walking over to me, a blurry form pulled out to what I perceive to be two shiny tubes of liquid. Hunched over in my chair, I could not see nor defend my self. Not risking on injuring Pops, I remained still.

Two injections shot in my arm, groaning, I settle my useless form on the floor. Pain shooting all over my body. Needles pinching my gut and toes. My bones in a endless, excruciating cycle of breaking and reshaping themselves. Curling into a ball, refusing to let myself scream, I groaned. An occasional muffled scream slipping through.

My head felt it had split in fourths as I felt immense pressure on my brain. A sensation of boiling water possessed my limbs as I seized and shivered on the ground.

Worried shouts ran through the air as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and slipped into oblivion.

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