WHO IS THE ALPHA?

ZAIN POV

I watch as my father's new queen or Luna—whatever! She keeps instructing us like we are her slaves. I hope she finally agrees to understand where she is standing and what kind of people she's talking with when we are done dealing with her.

In this pack, we rule, control, have mercy, or kill anyone who we desire. That’s one thing my late father couldn’t achieve. He's just too merciful, that’s why I'm still standing here listening to the trash words, this little girl has just said. Looking at her now, she will be in her early twenties or she's just being cheated on by her skinny body, but even so, she has no right to talk to us that way.

I looked at her again with the anger fumbling inside me, I would’ve attacked her, torn her flesh in pieces, or rather made her dance naked in front of everyone but what I don’t understand is why she has the power of breath of life. Nobody has that in our pack, and that’s my birthright as the first male-born prince of the Winterhaven  pack. I am destined to rule, it's my time, and I won't let anything stop me for no reason.

Eyes up here! My voice came as a sound or a commandment. Whatever or how you call it, I'm still the boss here; and the hall went to stifled silence immediately. That’s how alphas do. They have it within them: power to control and subject everyone to their disposal. And today happens to be the day I will exhibit my power, and let the people of Winterhaven Pack, still get reminded, of who their future king is and will always be.

I will accept the fate that my peaceful father of blessed memory, has gone to sleep soundly at the bosom of the moon goddess, but what I won't accept, is my right being judged by a mere stranger, who slept her way into the Luna chamber.

How dare her, subject, I and my brothers to abide by her will before I assume my throne as the alpha and omega leader of this great pack. I said.

“Our pack bro!” Damon snapped.

I can't believe it, I'm the firstborn, and by right, the throne goes to me. And to say, I'm busy fighting for what I think is our throne but here my brother has decided to disgrace himself and not me, in front of these weak people.

“This is my throne and my birthright!” I clapped back immediately. Not minding the little drama, we were about to unveil, in front of everyone.

“Again, our throne brother. Don’t force yourself to the will of the people to choose you. And even if at all, not today.” Micah added.

Now, this is a conspiracy and I won't have it. Not my brothers working together against me is funny to me, because I'm and still remain the strongest of them all.

I looked at the three of them, standing close next to each other, like a sort of chicken, running for its mother hen protection. Their eyes hold fears of standing up against me, upon everything I have done for them, stood up against anyone who dares to disrespect them in one way or the other, took them to my club ritual every moonlight festival and this is how they pay me back? Drag my throne with me, even at face confrontation. I will deal with them later, now I have to focus on the little devil, who has slept her way to the palace and taken the minds of my late father and orator. She has to prove to me, what made her the judge over the crowned prince of Winterhaven; or princes…whatever!

“People of Winterhaven Pack, as everyone has known, I'm the first male born of my late father, and as tradition permits, it is my right, to resume the throne but since there are few backstabbers, who are willing to defend my throne, I hereby announce to everyone, I will be open to accepting any challenges therein, as long as the winner gets to retain this throne. I said.

‘’Zain, my son!’’ The pack Orator called out.  This is…

For the record, old man, I'm not your son. I'm your soon-to-be alpha of all alphas, please let us get our facts straight and address me accordingly. I reprimanded him. Calling me his son, like I resembled his weak son, who chased girls around the pack like a bee, instead of forcefully taking possession of them, as the man he is.  Poor lonely cat!

“Apologies my alpha, but this is not how the pack rules and regulations are. We do things by the directions from the moon goddess. Never in history, has the throne been fought for, or even tried to get questioned, about who gets it or not. Before every passing away of the alpha king, he must pass the power of breath of life, and whoever holds it, is the next in life to become the ruler of the pack.’’

‘’So, you mean, one of my brothers, has the breath of life right now? I asked, with my eyes, darting at my useless brothers. I better hope it's not Damon or Micah  because I won't let it happen. Heads will roll…

Whoever is in possession of the breath of life, should better speak up now or I will turn this place into a bloodbath. I roared. Enough with today's drama, let's get it done and already.

I'm the one with the power! An unfamiliar voice echoed.