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It was a dazzling party, with lights flickering everywhere as everyone danced in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

Clever looked around as he enjoyed the liquor in his hand, the hot sensation running through his throat, and he fuckin' loved it.

He can't even remember how many glasses he's already drunk, since almost every woman offers him a drink.

He shook his head as he already felt dizzy; the liquor was not strong, yet it somehow made him sweaty.

“Where are ya’ going, Clever?” One of the men at the table asked, two women are clinging to his body.

“Restroom.” Clever shortly replied as he walked away from the noisy table. “Damn it, someone spiked my drink!” He murmured as he washed his face in front of the mirror.

“You got it right, bud.” A familiar face showed up behind him, his annoying smirk reflected in the mirror.

“Frank,” Clever whispered, it was full of hatred.

“Yeah, it's me. It's been a while, yeah?” He answered and walked towards where Clever was standing. “Is the liquor good? You look like shit now.” He chuckled.

Clever wanted to punch the man's face to shut him up, but the effect of the drugs in his body got worse.

All he remembered was the cold, wet floor as his body gave out.

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 “Wake up, shitty head!” One of the men kicked Clever, which made him open his eyes and gasp. 

He was laid on the dirty and cold floor, heartlessly. But what can he expect from his rivals, a cozy bed?

Hell nah!

“Fuckers! What do you want?!” He shouted angrily, “Can't you still accept you got defeated by me?”

He tried to stand, but the man stepped on his shoulder and pushed him down again. 

“Who gave you permission to get up?” The man sneered at him, looking down on him arrogantly, and it made Clever want to dig his eyeballs out.

“Let me go, let's settle it again. I will make you realize that you're nothing—” Clever couldn't finish his words as Frank punched him without restraint, not once but repeatedly, as Clever tasted his own blood inside his mouth.

In the world of Alphas, if you are not the one to die, you are the one to kill. 

 And the second Frank stopped punching him, Clever felt a needle sink into his skin, it stabbed in his neck caused him to feel dizzier as he already was.

“What? Still arrogant, ha!” Frank asked Mockingly.

“Frank, you bastard! You will regret it, I'll make sure to kill you once…ugh!” Clever felt the cold metal pierce his skin, and Frank stabbed his abdomen deeply.

“Yeah, right? Maybe in your dream as you travel down to hell!” Frank pushed the edge deeper, and it's fuckin' hurt for Clever.

“Fuck!” Clever cursed, could no longer hide how fuck up his situation.

He gave everything he got and pushed Frank to the floor. He tried his best to stand up and run.

If he can't beat them all, it would be better for him to run away and just retreat from the fight.

‘There is no wrong in running… that's right… I'm just saving myself!” He kept reminding himself as he ran towards the dark alley.

“Where does that shit go?! Darn it, don't let that bastard escape us! We will settle our score tonight!” He heard Frank shout in annoyance, and didn't expect Clever to still escape his hands.

Clever wanted to see Frank's fuck up face, but he's not in a position to make fun of them right now.

“Argh!” He hissed as the wound in his abdomen hurt like hell; there was already too much blood he lost and could no longer afford to lose more.

All he could do was pin his hand to stop more blood from flowing out.

Footsteps approached where he was, and there was no way he was able to fight, not in his condition, and the only dumb thing he could think of was to shift…

Sudden shift is the worst choice to be honest, as the pain worsened, he flinched and growled… almost howling to ease the pain he felt.

How could he even think he could escape them from shifting?!

Composed moans lingered in the alley as he moved back, as the footsteps became clearer and stopped near where he was hiding. 

What Clever saw before he passed out was a slim silhouette walking towards him… 

As he felt a gentle touch from someone…

And a soft, gentle voice…

“Hey, poor cutie.” She whispered gently.