Chapter 29

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It's been several days since the thing with Cyrus's wild animal attack happened, his arm still in a sling and it stinks because he can't write properly using his right hand.

It came to a point where Cyrus was trying to write down the lessons and gave up. He's handwriting was like in some different language, Cyrus used his phone instead to record their teachers lectures in every single class he had, listening to them afterwards in his dorm.

Al also unexpectedly started attending his own classes with Cyrus. Though they haven't talked much to each other at all after everything. Al told Cyrus if he needs anything he'd help, with his left arm injury Al was at his beck and call.

However Cyrus hardly asked for help.

Mrs. Harrison hadn't returned and Maylin heard she was extending her leave for a couple weeks more. Cyrus asked---wrote to Ernie not to inform Denise about him running into a animal in the school's woods because he doesn't want her to be worried, Ernie agreed. Al overheard this, demanding The Vice Beta for the number of this Denise. (Possessive much? You need to chill boi.)

Al had growled aggressively at Ernie for even being curious as to inquire why he wanted the number, and The Alpha is quick to shove off the lower ranked werewolf to the ground and let Grim release his intimidating energy for Ernie to sense. Al responded that those beneath his rank shouldn't question nor ask him about details. Al didn't want to be suspected that he was interested in Cyrus...and Ernie is a fucking snitch to his auntie Miranda, she also can't know.

Al's enemies would go after Cyrus.

The Alpha needed to keep it to himself that Cyrus is his soul mate; nobody can know. Because anybody can and will kidnap or hurt his baby boy, even the other werewolf students in here who secretly hold some type of grudge against him.

Al has made a reputation for making many people have a reason to resent him, one way or another. Additionally, he wasn't going to take It easy on the whole student body with the annual tournament Al has planned to set one month then the usual schedule date.

Normally it be a week before they go all out for this, however with the bad results of their training. Especially the Omegas and Silver sector ranks, along the new edition of Cyrus being the only Zeta sector rank with an injured arm. Al can't schedule the tournament sooner to get it out of the way, coming close to another Northwood event after.

Al has to train them for the worst.

More pack meetings and Alpha sector rank duties came to Al's desk that day, running around campus while Shane was in his classes and came with Al when The Younger Alpha was free to help around his older brother, Al seemed annoyed having him there.

Shane pretended not to notice this.

He never says it, but Al doesn't want his little brother getting distracted from his studies. It bothers Al when he sees Shane doing Alpha duties with him. He was the next heir to be Head Alpha; not Shane, The Alpha knows his brother can't handle being in his high responsibility position. Shane was just way too kindhearted and soft-spoken for it.

Al had to pass on couple of his classes and lunch breaks, it helps to lessen the suspicion among students that he's stalking Cyrus around Northwood High. When Shane asked Al how Cyrus's condition was doing, The Alpha had to know too...if his Rocky suspected he's a werewolf.

Although that wasn't going to be easy.

The Alpha should be meticulous when interacting with Cyrus, he's yet to find out what the boy really is. And if he's actually a Rogue werewolf, that will use Al's feelings and their mate bond to bring his entire pack along with Al down to it's knees.

To break his heart again.

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During their rescheduled officer's meeting, Al sat in the middle of the rectangular table while Shane does most of the talking. Al's frowning thick lips were forming a thin line, seeing the sloppy records of the recent training results. Al was only being half composed half ready to throw someone down the lake, excluding his Fluffy and Shane calming down because of Cyrus's sweet scent.

The phone Al gave Cyrus was on the table, recording what Shane is talking about the upgraded training phases Al and Shane worked on for the whole sectors to follow. Occasionally The Alpha would steal glances at Cyrus to see his reactions to everything, though it was the same neutral expression.

Shane smiled. "If you have questions I'll be gladly taking them to explain the details."

The meeting's going smoothly, Al can tell from Cyrus asking about stuff regarding the event using his phone. The Alpha couldn't concentrate, being too busy...imaging the black haired boy sitting on him while Al sat there on his seat, smirking slyly at Cyrus who'd blushed with need of pleasuring.

Those deleting onyx eyes on him.

Al then pictures...the smaller boy on this mahogany table quivering, wrists held up and him undoing his belt as Cyrus looks at The Alpha, complaining about not doing it here in the officer's meeting room.

The Alpha would just chuckle darkly, and coax his baby it's alright...that he'd be taken care of and nobody will know it.

Al tangles his fingers together, to hide the malicious smrik thinking to himself. Would you be a moaner or a grunter kind of submissive? Or...BOTH for Master.

He felt a foot slide in his inner thighs.

But no sparks.

Al didn't have to guess who's it was.

Jessie was smiling and raised a fine suggestive brow to Al, he didn't react to this and only turned to the files in front of him. Jessie pouted, and tried again going even higher inwards than before.

Almost brushing Al's crotch.

Al sighed then closed the files. "I think this meeting's done, I still have three more to go so everyone is dismissed."

They all nodded and Al glanced at The Omega. "Everyone except Jessie; Stay."

She smiled, thinking otherwise that her Alpha wanted some private discussion before his next meeting with her alone.

Cyrus being great at reading people knew something was going on under this table, and Jessie wasn't the only one. Seeing how Emmett was the first to grab for the doorknob; his cheeks reddened.

Chase was the usual suspect for that.

Cyrus felt very unpleasant as he exited the officer's meeting room with Maylin, Cyrus's  eyebrows draws together.

I knew Al was popular with girls, and he's obviously abused his authority before to get his way with everyone. I thought he was better than some fucking corrupted leader.

Cyrus looked over his shoulder back to the shut meeting room door. They're probably going to fuck on that long table, I seriously dislike people like that...It's just disgusting.

Someone's jealousss. The Gamma thought.

Maylin grinned. "Oh Cyrus! I forgot my notes back at the table and I-I just got a text! from my sector! saying they need me now, can you maybe wait outside and get it for me? Pleaseeeee thank you so much!" (Yeah...Maylin loves seeing jealous lovers, and the angry sex that comes afterwards :)

She ran before he can answer.

Scratching his head, Cyrus casually leans on the wall putting one foot up against it. He's bothered he'd have to hear god knows what porno sound effects would come from in...there.

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Al wasn't gonna keep Jessie waiting, The Alpha had better things to do than her.

Figuratively and Literal.

He tossed the files for The Omega to see his sharp jawline locking in vexation.

"Explanation. You have five minutes Omega." Jessie swallowed nervously.

"Four minutes!" Al hissed.

"T-Those aren't updated, I'm working with getting progres---" He cuts her off.

"Well what the hell I am supposed to do? Their your sector and if they can't show any progress on their physical performances for our annual New moon quarter tournament this year, then I have no choice but to cut your sector off while we still have our dignity."

Jessie let out a breath to calm herself. "Were trying, but you know our wolves won't be much of help to focus when half of my sector still don't have their mates and can't do anything if they're under heat. They need to be detained Al."

"As if I should've counted something more efficient from the likes of you Omegas." Jessie eyes widen as she bit her tongue from snapping at her Alpha.

"I'm doing my best---"

"ITS NOT FUCKING ENOUGH!" Al spat.

"I had to schedule it this year a month back! All because you Omegas and Silvers keep dragging the rest of us down! Do yourself a favor and quit if you can't step up to the position I gave you Jessie! Omegas fucking heats and disappointing results are not my damn problem." Al snarled. "Now go, I don't want to see you until there's any improvements."

Jessie was shaking, she wanted to yell back though it won't be the smartest choice. "I...understand, we'll improve before the tournament." Jessie ran hurriedly.

Crying.

Al catches a whiff of flowers.

Sensing Cyrus chasing after Jessie.

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Author's Note :

Happy birthday to my Papa!

(ill beat you in Karaoke sing offs someday haha)

If I don't have you~

Whitney Houston

(Listening to that song while writing this chapter, I'm old heck yeah,) SO DON'T MAKE ME CLOSEEE ONE MORE DOORRR! I DON'T WANNA HURT ANYMOREEE! STAY IN MY ARMS IF YOU DARE!

This is unexpected and to enlighten you guys, Cyrus's black dog tag greatly weakens his smell, kinda like how perfume fades in clothes over time. Whenever he's not in the same room as Al, his scent is super faint to detect even for The Alpha.

I'm sorry (Al believes) Al's being an asshole...again even without Grim's influence.

I'LL HAVE NOTHING! NOTHING! NOTHINGGG~! If you don't vote... ☆

*Author embraced as hell in the background*