Giving New Meaning to "Alpha Jerk" +open
Was it Aiden or Ethan? He couldn't tell. Nor did he care. Since returning, he'd picked up on pieces of all he'd missed. Everything with the alphas and the chaos they spread. But more importantly, what they'd done with Danny and Lydia. He didn't care about the details. He didn't care that in the they'd tried to help. They had dared to use his friends. The only two people he actually cared about.
It was the first time he'd crossed paths with one of them outside of school. And with the full moon so very near, he had no hope of stopping himself.
The last thing he remembered was the roaring surge of anger. White-hot fury. Pain. Teeth. Claws. A blur of blood and shadow.
When he at last came back to his senses, he stood over the bloodied remains of the twin. His own clothes shredded and soaked with red. He should have felt shame. Fear that he'd killed. But that's not what came on the heels of clarity. Instead, he was flooded with pride. He'd done it. He'd killed an alpha.
He was an alpha.
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The next day at school, he walked in as though nothing had changed. Except perhaps his confidence in himself seemed to have been cranked even higher than usual.
This was the start of something new. Of something better.