WORST Alpha On Wattpad (The Werewolf Journals. Book 1)

Prologue: Fucking Useless

I ran through the woods, paws thudding against the leaf littered ground. Feeling the wind ruffle my fur, the scent of the forest ever-inviting, ever-calming. I felt more in tune with the night in my current form than my human one.

But as always, there are problems.

You see, in this form one can reach the speed of 60 km/h casually. And that's fine if you're running on a path with nothing blocking your way. But in a forest? Exactly.

So let me restate that. I ran through the forest crashing into shrubs, thorny ones, fallen logs, dead trees, living trees, tree roots...practically everything. My eyes are already blinded by the passing branches. Not long after I crashed on the forest bed like a heap of sandbags.

And the pain. Ah, the pain...it never forgets to show up. Now that I've stopped running, the pain is more noticeable. My paws, legs, ankle, sides, ribs, muzzle, head and eyes. Especially the eyes. Every fucking time they get busted up. By now I thought I'd be used to it. But no, except every time I can remember more of the time till they healed, which is usually filled with whimpers of pain.

I heard a wolf stop near me. Then following with the sickening crunches, she shifted back to her humanoid form.

"Shit, he's a mess. Again. I think he's telling the truth about not having a wolf in him."

Not too many seconds later, another wolf showed up, who also shifted into his human shell.

"Shit. You weren't kidding when you said 'mess'." He laughed.

I wanted to let them know that I was right here. But all that came out is a pained whimper. Except louder than tje usual ones.

"You sure he's the one?" He asked carefully.

"For the last time, yes. Besides, don't act like you can't feel it like I do." She added.

This cycle of pain and regen of hell has been going on for a few weeks, where both of them chase me like fucking dogs on loose (pun clearly intended). They have a cute name for this cycle. It's called Training. Its like calling cancer a mild cold.

I bet they're doing this because they are the last pair of sadistic wolves of their pack. Sorry, their ex-pack. And they want me to be the leader of their pack. Crazy right? That's what I'll end up soon enough. One of the reason is because I hadn't found any drugs that can make a werewolf high.

While they were talking like there wasn't a miserable mess that was me right in front of them, I tried to roll on my stomach to lift myself by my arms before getting back on my feet.

As planned, I rolled. And that's where the plan failed like my every other ones. I rolled away from the two, only to roll downhill. I would have been fine if it was just a downhill. But this was in the woods. So I was tumbling downhill thats littered with trees. Not fun at all. Especially when you have a battered body and bleeding eye sockets.

After what seemed like hours, I stopped on my back, with all of my bones AwayFromKeyboard. And their posts were replaced with pain. Yes, pain. If I was in my human shell, I'd be shrieking inhumanly enough to put torture-victim actors to shame.

Slowly, the pain started to go away only to be replaced by euphoria. No the pain wasn't exactly gone, but euphoria arrived a few decibels higher than pain. Confused by the feeling, I sat up, half shifted to my human shell and my eyes healed up. I was surrounded by flowers. Lots of them, except they were of one kind. It was getting harder to think, as if I had taken a super effective Marijuana. Something was familiar about the smell or it was just me getting the high I very much yearned for.

One flower became two and two became sixteen and they spun around in a circle. It was so funny that I giggled hysterically. I heard them behind me.

"Hey guys!" I waved my awkwardly bent arm at them, from which bones were sticking out. Then started giggling while pointing at them.

"You guys are butt-naked!" Then thought about it and looked down at myself. "Hey, I am naked!" And jumped back into the flowers, waving my arms and legs, trying to make a poppy-angel.

"Hey, at least wolfbane doesn't work on him like it works on us." She said cheerfully.

"Don't. You can clearly see it affects him on a whole new troublesome way." He pinched his nose bridge.

"Yeah. He's the worst Alpha candidate I've seen so far."

"No, he isn't even that. Fucking useless, that's what he is." He spat

For once, Alex nodded, agreeing with Jaydon. Albeit sadly.

This is Adam Dixion. And I am a fucked up Werewolf.