The black tank top stuck onto his godlike muscular frame that was littered with sweat, each movement caused the bulges of Al's biceps to bounce on his sides while still looking good in the afternoon sunset. Al's bright irises forward into the distance his lids half hooded, thick brows wrinkled due to his impatience. The aura he presented compared to the rest of his pack made him seem surreal as though Al is a living painting of the roman era arts.
However, for others the image of the ruthless Satan comes to their minds at the treatment Al was pushing them.
Despite having his back being against the group, Al coming in first of the tracks he was much much farther off that no one came near beside him. Al stopped running three times already to let everyone see where he was up head, he'd stand around ticked off looking down at the other sector ranks then began running again once he was seen.
If he did happen to momentarily halt he'd cross his arms onto his chiselled chest and a look of disgust there in his handsome angled face. Surprisingly, it was enough of a delicious sight for his devoted fan girls and werewolves.
The attention of the female student's attracted to him sexually and secretly harbouring lady-boners, while the male student's boiling envy mixed with their anger were both pathetic in his eyes, Al only took enjoyment seeing them all struggling, trying to go onward.
Thinking they can match an Alpha.
He also knew there were portions of the burning stares behind him that are surely irritated with him for not giving the others a break. Specifically, people in the end of the group needed one but he's been generous enough to wait for the Silver and Omega ranks three times in a row for today, Al wasn't going to stop running to show them he was better, stronger and unreachable.
He thought over time everybody had grown used to this routine runs they did every weekend, but Al stood---rather jogged on corrected. They were going at an agonizingly mediocre pace for Al's taste, Grim earlier gave him ideas to shift and scare the Silver and Omega sectors so they would pick up their goddamn speed especially since it was dragging Al to even tolerate the weak.
Be-beep be-beep
Al tsked, that was his wrist watch beeps telling him they have taken longer on the trail than the last time. Meaning his pack is becoming a bunch of slacker dogs, Grim's infuriated they're record time's not improving, Grim hissed.
Do something about THIS If we were under attack or tracked down this pack is as good as juicy meat to Rogues, Al.
I know, Grim. the two usual shitty sector ranks are slowing us more than ever.
"Keep up or stay the night out here and feed the rabid animals I could fucking care less!" Al howled without even giving a glance over his shoulders as the student body attempted to do just that.
"I won't...m-make it..." Chase gasped, like having a heart attack. Which was fake and too dramatic, he just wanted girls to comfort him instead of drooling at Al.
"Is he actually serious?" A chubby girl asked to her friends in a hushed tone.
"He's killing us for gods sake." A boy with black glasses muttered to himself.
{Maybe we should take a break Al.} He heard Rainier suggest it through mind link, Grim growled back in response.
We've taken ENOUGH breaks and our track record officially gotten slower. Rainier nodded, not wanting to get on Grim's bad side during his sour mood.
Al picked up the frustrated grunts and grumbling of complaints from the students behind him and even from some werewolves, yet none had the balls to say any of that to his face and not take a trip to the school's clinic.
But either way, Al doesn't care. Unlike his wolf who was greatly offended.
Grrrrraaaaahhhhhhh...
How DARE they talk back to us. Grim was insulated with what he heard, and Al felt him scratch hard in his head trying to force them to shift so he can handle the situation, which isn't good.
Drop it, Grim. Al commented, the tips of Grim's claws retracting in annoyance.
Grim counters. So what then? you're seriously just going to allow your pack to disrespect your Alpha authority huh!?
Grim kept trashing and jumping and Al's wolf ain't exactly the kind to take backlash nor criticism lightheartedly.
He was as aggressive as his human.
Goddammit give me control Al! Now! Grim barked, Al refused him, knowing this won't end pretty and in bloodshed.
NO! What I say goes. Understand!? Al commands sternly, Grim finally caved doing as told. Though now Al was going to take out this on the other ranks, he could still detect murmurs residing behind as he rotated his head glaring.
"WHAT'S THAT!? I CAN'T HEAR YOU FLESH BAGS! SPEAK UP!" Al yelled and all the whispering immediately died out, the whole group terrified to their bones and continued to run faster.
Al would've smirked devilishly to the silence and obedience he'd received from the student body, if it weren't for Shane talking to him a moment later.
{Al...I-I don't think that's um...going to motivate them...in an inspiring way, some of our Omega ranks are having trouble.} Shane gently told Al with his mind link and wheezes while he was running at the very back of the group.
{Had I asked for your advice? Hm?} Al snaps at him making Shane whine at his rashness, though he knew Grim had something to do with Al's behaviour.
{Still...they're your pack members Al. And not everyone is built like yourself.} Shane answered back, trembling when he made out Grim's ragged breathing.
It was amazing Al hadn't let his wolf take charge of things considering he's aware how Grim and Al liked violence.
{I'm sorr---}
Al cuts him off. {And they'll live, Shane were almost back anyway. I'm just way too disappointed because of our rec---}
He paused, and raised his hand in the air to signal everyone to stop as well.
This surprised everybody, and they all thought it was Al actually listening to the needs of the students and weaker werewolves, it wasn't. Confused, Shane craned his head to gaze at his brother.
{What is it? I thoug---}
Ggggrrrrraaaaahhhhhhh! Shane's ears both sting from Grim's growling only it wasn't for him or the others, he knew it was for something---someone else.
{Shane, Rainier, Chase this isn't a drill. Eyes and ears sharp. You're on high alert I want every werewolf ready. NOW!}
{W-What's even going on? Is it a pack of Rogues? Al, We can't shift right now.} Shane was becoming paranoid by the second of what distressed him and Al knows he was right, they couldn't.
Not with everyone here.
Rainier calls. {I've told the others here in the middle, Chase what about you?}
{Getting there, Shane dude BREATH. I can't tap with the whole school like ya.} Chase scolded from where he stood.
Shane was slightly shaking as he tried to remain focused and chill. {Can you just tell me what exactly is going on Al. Are we under attack by another pack!?}
{I---somethings...off.} He rasped.
Unsure, Al didn't want to relay to the others he hasn't decided how to label their situation. He had three choices.
Fight.
Flight.
Freeze.
Him being an Alpha would obviously choose to fight them, whoever it was.
Then it hits Al again, this time around it was supremely stronger and more so sweeter compared to earlier. The smell.
Al growled and bursts into adrenaline rushing through the trees and forest as he got back into their campus gates, surrendering to his instincts because not knowing completely was horrible.
Where is it!? Al spat to Grim.
Holy shit! it's all over the place! look!
Grim leant Al his eyes and the smell because incredibly accurate, he could really see the colour of the aroma that drove Al to the brink of excitement.
It was pitch black.
His nostrils flared as he eagerly chase the smell all over Northwood quickly.
Flowers and fresh rich earth.
The down pour of a rain shower.
And intoxicating scent of a meadow.
It took the Alpha to their dormitories, but the closer Al got Grim became quite agitated and without warning he rips the door apart, lunging at the boy there.
Al's hands gripping at boy's neck and shoving him against the king sized bed, his flaming amber orbs bore each tiny features of this mysterious intruder. Pinning him into the matters tightly with just enough hard pressure but not enough to suffocate the smaller male as Al's feelings now swirled altogether.
The boy had spiky charcoal locks that went everywhere, skin deeply tanned, his eyes were squeezed shut. Though when the boy fluttered them to scowl at him, Al saw something breathtaking.
Pupils so dark, it rejected the light.
He was too awestruck Al hadn't felt his hands are hurting, he released them glancing back to yet again be shocked.
This boy has a silver tattoo engraved around his neck that reads XI. Eleven.
The boy ordered Al.
"Leave."
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Author's Note :
Before you throw facts at me, YES! I know you can't actually get a silver tattoo irl because pigment wise it fades fast and it be too toxic for the human skin to have REAL SILVER as tattoos but I heard it's possible.
So let's make it possible for the sake of the plot ahaha, and yeeeaaahhhh! They meet! I'm so sorry if I seemed to lead you on that there would be smut in their first meeting but I'm not into quick hook ups and screwing on the first day. Bruh. But eh it's something.
I'll be doing a triple update special if I finish the next chapter before midnight or sooner, fun fact. Al & I share birthdays with Chris Hemsworth 8.11 and it's our birthday tomorrow.
(God I'm old as fuuuccckkk.)
*blowing melted birthday candles*
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