Meeting The Boss

Chapter Three

/-Tediora-/

MoonCrest Academy.

The most prestigious Alpha College in the city. It wasn't just any school, but the battleground of the strongest of the strongest. 

That was the reason most Alphas needed bodyguards. With everyone competing and trying desperately to eliminate each other, the bodyguards were supposed to sniff out those traps and fend off the enemy, as well as strategise attacks. 

The battle was for the Elite seats of the Werewolf Parliament. A chance to wield power over packs all over the world. 

I stared at the license again. I had to dye my hair and chop it short for this. The number of chest binders in my bag was almost illegal. It would be so strange hearing people call me Alvin now.

According to this license, I was supposed to be guarding an Alpha of the ShadowFang pack. Dominic Zei.

“Out of my way!” I was shoved from behind, causing me to tumble forward. My eyes darkened as I glared at the Alpha who walked past me with his huge buffy bodyguard.

“If you weren't so blind, you would see this path is big enough for you to pass,” I muttered under my breath, reaching for my license, but before I could, a big foot stepped on it. 

“What did you say, twig?!”

I looked up at the buff man. The alpha was standing aside with a smirk. Clearly, he instigated this to show off his huge bodyguard.

I stepped aside with a stoic expression. “If you're looking for a fight, you're not going to get one.”

I moved to the pavement and took a seat. “You can keep your foot on the license for as long as you want, I'm fine with waiting but the moment you take it off, I will snag it and you would have succeeded in wasting your precious time.” 

“You little…!” He growled, storming towards me. I didn't break a second and dashed for the license. I manoeuvred in between his legs and grabbed my license before making a run for it. 

I tried to dodge as many people as I could, and I could hear his thunderous growl in frustration. I chuckled to myself, only for my arm to be grabbed. I was slammed to the ground, and my ribs screamed, air knocked out of me like a vacuum had yanked it away. I let out a groan and winced as my body ached. That was Alpha strength. 

Above me stood a man. 

Turquoise eyes, long black hair, white tracksuit and a rose tattoo on his neck. He was lean and muscular with piercings and had this majestic,. powerful aura surrounding him. He bent over and picked up my license. 

“Alvin Tang,” the words rolled off his lips like silk. He had a strong, addictive milky scent. Who the hell was this man?

Those stunning eyes flickered to me. “So my bodyguard is running away on the first day at work, huh?” His hand rested on his chin. It was covered in tattoos with rings on every finger. “What to do now…”

I blinked rapidly. 

Great. The guy who flattened me like roadkill is my new boss.

The way he flipped me over and slammed me to the ground replayed in my mind. Why did a man with that kind of strength need a bodyguard to begin with?

He would have been worse off with the real Alvin. That jerk couldn't even throw a proper punch. 

“From your eyes, I can see you've already deduced that you are useless to me…” he paused, pressing his foot harder on my chest. “You are.” 

 I felt like I was going to smash into a hundred pieces.

Goddess, I can't breathe!

“So you have thirty seconds to free yourself and keep your job, or smash to several pieces and lose your job, of course.” 

It was crazy how he managed to remain so soft-spoken as he delivered that death threat. 

This was just my first day, and I was already in a life-or-death situation. My eyes watered as I grabbed his foot, struggling to push it off. 

“Tick-tock, Alvin,” he smirked, increasing the pressure. “How much do you think your body can take?” 

‘Nothing. Nothing at all, you bastard! I don't have the strong build and hard muscles you men do!’ I screamed in my head as I struggled. 

Calm the fuck down, Teddy! Think!

I could easily fling him away with my magic, but then I would be offering myself to be butchered. That was not in the plan.

I wheezed under his boot but controlled the panic. Slowly, I raised one hand in mock surrender, my fingers twitching just enough to make a point.

“You know,” I rasped, “putting your weight right there means you’re either not trained in pressure holds… or you’re deliberately making a mistake to test me.”

His eyes flickered, just for a second. Interest? Maybe.

I smiled through the pain. “You’re pressing on my sternum. A bit higher and I’d pass out. A bit lower and you’d risk crushing my heart with enough weight. But this?” I tapped my fingers gently against my collarbone. “This is just dramatic. You want a reaction. Not a kill.”

Then I shifted, subtly, just enough to let my fingers graze the pressure point behind his ankle, right beneath the Achilles tendon. I didn’t press hard. Just enough to let him feel a dull warning ache.

“I could drop you right now,” I said quietly. “But I won’t. Because if I did, I’d be confirming I’m dangerous. And I’m trying so hard not to get expelled on day one.”

His expression darkened. Was he amused? Irritated? Couldn’t tell. But he lifted his foot. Slowly.

I stayed on the ground for a beat longer, letting the blood circulate, then sat up and brushed myself off, casual as ever, even though I barely survived.

“I pass your test, Alpha?” I asked, raising a brow.

He hummed. “Barely. You’ve got guts, Alvin, to assume you could drop me, but I'll let you test that theory on Thoedore here.”

Theodore? Who is that now?

The thunderous growl behind me sent a shiver down my spine. 

Please don't tell me…

Those angry eyes pierced through me as the sack of muscles approached me. I looked at Dominic, and a smirk played on his lips.

“You wanted to put someone down, right?”

Dammit, I know I said that but I was just bluffing. 

There was a reason I ran from him in the first place!