You Will Never Be An Alpha

Diego

I was catapulted at the nearby tree when Roy kicked me in the stomach.

“Diego!” he exclaimed, approaching me with worriedness across his face.

A smirk plastered on my lips when his hand went in front of my face. I made a handstand, clipped his arm between my legs, and flipped him over, making him knocked out to the ground. He groaned in pain as I stood up.

“I told you many times to not let your sympathy get to you,” I coldly said and lifted his arm for him to stand up. “Even though I am your friend, during a fight, I am your enemy.”

Roy nodded and licked his lower lip. He smiled, and I didn’t. We were both topless and sweaty because we have been practicing physical fight in the middle of the forest, not far away from our habitat.

The Dark Forest, even from its adjective incepting the name of what it’s called, was barely lightened up by the rays of the sun. The sun rays were penetrating through the dried and colorless leaves of the enormous trees around. Dead leaves were scattere