The Hidden Alpha

I’m ready, dressed in all black, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots.

Today is the day I take down the Blanche brothers to be given the title of the next Mafia king.

My father currently holds the title, and he’s ready to hand it over to me along with twelve hundred thousand dollars as my own.

I’m standing outside the billion-dollar restaurant

located in the heart of Alt rec.

The Blanche brothers usually come here on a Saturday night to drink and be entertained by women.

Slowly I walked around the back of the building, ripping the wires out of the panel boxes, leaving the restaurant in darkness.

I held my lighter up to the fire extinguisher, causing the water to sprinklers throughout the rooms to turn on,

“Timon, what the fuck is going on.” Johnny's voice echoed for his dead bodyguard, I stood behind the glass door as the moonlight shone brightly on me, creating a blinding reflection on the glass door in front of them.

John pulled his gun from the tight space between his shirt and his trousers and started shooting at me. I dropped onto the floor and slid across the room with both handguns in hand, emptying the bullets in their direction.

I stood up and David charged at me, throwing blows left and right, missing me with every hit.

John and Johnny's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor, and David diverted his eyes just in time for me to punch him in the head, knocking him out.

I ran upstairs behind the others, loading bullets into my guns as I made my way to the empty kitchen,

“Come on out boys” I shouted

“How much is daddy paying you?”

“ Twelve a hundred thousand dollars and the title of mafia king, can you top that?”

I watched as they slowly walked towards the exit, their shadows reflecting off the refrigerator, as the door ajar open I fired, hitting them both.

John got hit in the head and Johnny in the chest. I dropped my guns and walked behind him, watching as he crawled away on his hands and knees, blood dripping on the floor dirtying the clean white porcelain tiles of the upstairs roof.

He turned over!

*bang*

His bullet entered my arm, sending me to the floor. He stood up and walked towards me, swaying with every step he took,

“The infamous Rose, your time has.”

*thud*

The impact from my claws bursting through his chest sends him to his knees, he’s looking at me gasping for breath as fear lingers in his eyes.

His hand grabbed mine and pushed it further, ripping his heart out, his eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing stopped.

Dragging them both downstairs to the kitchen, looking for a knife and alcohol along with something to bandage my wound.

I shot the bottle of Redbreast whiskey taking a mouth full and then placed both my index and thumb finger inside the hole located on my right arm, pulling the bullet out.

Then I threw some whiskey on it and placed the tip of the hot knife over it before bandaging it.

I grab a chopper and sharpen it against the whetstone that was once hanging on the kitchen wall. Slowly I take their heads off their bodies one by one, placing them into a trash bag before turning on all the burners in the kitchen.

“Rose.” He came running, not waiting for me to turn around, I turned just in time to dodge his first blow, but his second landed on my stomach.

I threw punches and dodged punches all at the same time, he fought dirty and seeing his boss's head roll out of the bag only ignited the flame inside of him.

He kicked me in the knee making me fall to the floor, receiving blow after blow to the face, I could smell the freshness of the blood running down my nose.

I blocked his punches and then dug my fingers in his eyes, sending him stumbling back. Furthermore, I didn’t wait for him to regain balance. I ran, jumped, and kicked him to the side of his head and when he dropped I started punching at his face until I heard his nose bridge crack.

I stood up and grabbed my bag and Johnny's head before limping towards my car.

Marco, Mr. Knight's bodyguard, let me in, the blood dripping from the bag leaving a trail in his living room as the screams from whores sucking on each other’s filthy cunts filled the room.

Mr. Knight stood up from his heavy oak wood chair and called out to Marcel and Harom his associates who came running out from different rooms pulling their pants to their waist.

They emptied their heads from the trash bag and took turns kicking at it like a football.

My eyes landed on the blonde chick who was looking my way, sending me smiles as she was sucking and licking at the blue-eyed beauty's pussy.

Her moans filled the room.

My cock ached for a reward, I grabbed the blonde by her hair, wrapping my hand around it as she unzipped my pants and stuck my length inside her mouth.

Her eyes opened, exposing the most mesmerizing hazel green that drew me in.

She bobbed her head back and forth in my shaft, letting out moans in between, leaving me gasping with my toes curling in my shoes.

She held on to my waist pulling me closer into her as she swallowed me whole, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

And finally, I released myself and grabbed her by the cheek as she was about to spit out my seed,

“Swallow.” She swallowed and crawled back over to the blue eye beauty, continuing eating her out as her moans filled the room once more.

She looked back at me and called me over to her with her finger parting her entrance for me to enter; I did, her friend leaned over and kissed me while I slammed my dick home, it wasn’t long before I emptied myself all over her once more.

I smacked her ass pulled up my pants and turned around to find Marcel and Harold standing there looking at me in disbelief, I grabbed a bottle of champagne and headed for the door.

“Son, congratulations, the office is yours come Monday morning.” Mr. Knight said

I’m Daniel knight but in the underworld where names don’t matter, but handles do, I’m known as Rose why? Because of the scent, I give off.

Us werewolves have a signature scent given to us by the moon goddess. I’m tall, slim, and well-built for my size. I have sun-kissed skin for a complexion and a pair of black eyes, my hair is short with a honey brown color.

And on Monday morning I’ll be the new leader of the most feared group in all of Alt rec, the iron ledge pack.

We're known for being the strongest and most ruthless.

Many stay out of our way and for those who didn't , you could dig their grave up and ask them what happened.