Chapter 3

Alex's POV

I stood in the courtyard, surrounded by the warriors of the pack. They were all strong and fierce, each one with a look of determination in their eyes.

I knew that I had a lot to prove. As an omega, I was often seen as weak and vulnerable, but I refused to let that define me.

I took a deep breath and raised my fists, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

The first warrior stepped forward, a tall and muscular alpha with a stern expression. He lunged at me, his fist aimed at my face.

I dodged to the side, my reflexes honed through years of training. I jabbed at him with my own fist, striking him in the ribs.

He grunted in pain, but then he came at me again, even more, determined than before. I was pushed back, struggling to hold my ground.

But then I remembered what my mother had taught me. She had been a warrior too, in her own way, and she had always told me to stay true to myself, to be strong and resilient.

I took a step back, assessing my opponent. I saw an opening, a weakness in his defense. I struck out, my fist connecting with his jaw.

He stumbled backward, dazed. I saw an opportunity and seized it, launching a barrage of punches that sent him to the ground.

The other warriors stepped forward, impressed by my skill and determination. I felt a sense of pride, knowing that I had proven myself as a worthy member of the pack.

As I looked around the courtyard, I saw the faces of my fellow warriors. They were no longer looking at me with skepticism and doubt but with respect and admiration, but my joy was short-lived because the captain shouted at me and then, he ordered me to do something else. 

I took a deep breath and lifted the first container, the weight of it straining my muscles. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, but I refused to give up.

I took small steps, moving the container inch by inch, until I finally reached the designated spot. I set it down with a thud, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

But then the captain ordered me to move another container and another. Each one was heavier than the last, and my muscles ached with the effort.

But still, I refused to give up. I knew that I had to prove myself, to show the captain and the crew that I was just as capable as any alpha.

And then, finally, the last container was moved. I collapsed onto the ground, panting and sweating, but also feeling a sense of pride.

The captain approached me, his expression stern. "You did well," he said gruffly. "Better than I expected."

I am overjoyed that I was able to move those enormous containers here to the practice field. Those were massive!

I'm still taken aback by how vast the battleground is. It is a clear field with several obstacles that have been divided into different training areas. There were pack warriors who practiced wielding weapons and fighting barehanded, while others did field work and exercise.

I can't help but be envious of them. I recall when I was younger, I used to come here rather frequently.

My father and mother were both pack warriors in their day, and they held high positions.

When I watch them practice, I notice a lot of masculine and powerful pack warriors with incredibly strong physiques.

I used to wish I had one of those bodies. Those muscular arms, as well as their height and strength. Unfortunately, I was stuck as the midget, weak as a twig boy. I almost assumed I never reached puberty.

"Disgusting looking faggot with that meat, aren't you?" George said this while looking at me with disdain. By the way, I'm used to it.

I decided not to say anything. I don't want to dispute if I'm not going to win. He's the boss! And his remarks are like ground rules for his domain. He is so powerful that he could easily break me if he wanted to. I'm also perplexed as to why he isn't taking my life in his hands.

"Acting like a mutt?" he cynically remarked before hitting me in the stomach. As I fell to the ground and balled up, I could almost feel my little strength leaving my body.

It's excruciatingly painful. I was always aware of his aggression. I thought I was used to it, but I wasn't. I can still feel the hurt like fire every time he is in an aggressive mood toward me.

"I just threw a weak punch, and this is how you respond? How frail can you get? Fag!" he mockingly exclaimed as he walked away from me.

I can hear the other pack fighters who are keeping an eye on me. They're all giggling, and I'm sure in their small minds, they'd like to punch me.

Despite the fact that I am still in pain. I mustered all of my last strength and walked out of that awful pit. My ribs are practically breaking. It hurts so much when I step one foot in front of the other. I wished for this suffering to end, and it did.

A normal werewolf's wounds heal in around an hour. That is one of our goddess Luna's blessings to our race. She bestowed upon us the ability to heal wounds more quickly.

But I'm better at healing my wounds. The longest time is fifteen minutes. I recall George punching me for the first time. It must be excruciating... But my bruise heals so quickly. Perhaps it is also one of the reasons I have survived all these years.

It didn't take long for me to get to the pack house. I kept myself busy by planting in the garden and completing other important tasks.

I just eat once a day, so I'm quite thin. I'm not sure why I'm still alive and kicking right now. Perhaps I am so accustomed to living in this world that I imagine myself walking barely alive.

Night arrived so quickly. Mariah was kind enough to sneak some bagels and apples for me! So my stomach will not be empty this evening. She also discovered my blanket and gave it to me, telling me to keep it a secret. When someone tried to help me, our alpha was enraged.

What happens if you are fatigued and have a stomach that has been fed by food? Without a doubt! I'm the same way... I'm almost half asleep right now. I usually feel better at night.

Other pack wolves will take advantage of this opportunity to hunt in our area. They will transform into wolves and hunt certain animals for the pack's meat supplies.

I, on the other hand, am unable to do so. I have the ability to transform into a werewolf, but I will not.

Why? They obviously despised my wolf shape. They continue to believe in the white omega's curse.

I stopped thinking about it and fell into a deep sleep.

I felt like I was walking into a room. It's quite dark here, and the only light is a sparkle of red light.

My attention is suddenly drawn to the creaking of the door. I noticed the door in my back opening, revealing a man.

He's very handsome, and he has the most beautiful body and face I've ever seen. His jaw is perfectly defined. I can virtually eye-rape his physique because he is shirtless and only wearing pants. Chiseled and molded to perfection.

He has an enticing figure, abs, v-line, and torso. Is he even a human being? Or is he a werewolf as well? Why is he so appealing? Why is he more handsome than George?

He approached me at a slow pace. My heart is racing so quickly. He had a smirk on his lips. He licked it to get it wet, and it almost made me choke!

But my anxiety abruptly took me away from my fantasies.

What if he dislikes me? What if he's like George, and he wants me to suffer? What if he decides to punch me in the face?

Instead, he rubs his palm across my face. He softly removed our space, and his lips captured mine. Our kisses begin sweetly and quickly become wild.

By the way, his lips taste delicious. May my gay soul now rest in peace?

I'm not sure why I'm groaning while he caresses my body. My hands are agitated as well. It moves along his muscular body. Because of his hairy chess and his hard-on.

I was flushed! I can't picture myself doing this. He's hot, and he looks like a daddy who wants to pin me to the top of his bed and cruelly ruin my innocence!

I was merely whimpering and moaning under his frame. He inserted his member inside my untouched hole. He wiped it with it. And I'm not sure why I was feeling so good.

He pressed his manhood into my emptiness. I almost felt as though my spirit was departing my body. It's almost too good to be true. He's an expert.

I had just arrived at my peak. After I finish shooting my release. The heat of the sun had just woken me up.

And it hit me like a ton of bricks. THOSE ARE JUST DREAMS!

I'm so humiliated that I had a wet dream, and my new blanket got contaminated by my dirty fantasies.

I let out a sigh.