The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Fynn's point of view

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Unfortunately, Mateo rubbed me the wrong way from the moment my Alpha announced that Isabella was pregnant.

I mean, she was weak and attacks on our pack increased because enemies used her as leverage against my Alpha. We can't be strong with a weak Luna. History taught us that no pack survived without strong leadership and the Bluemoon pack was not an exception.

Isabella was too kind and too fragile for our world, but my Alpha was determined to keep her by his side and to protect her, and the only option I had was to rebel or to obey. Of course, I would never turn my back on a leader like Damiano Testa, but every time I saw Mateo, my resentment grew.

Mateo was weak, powerless, and ignorant. Another liability.

In a world where strength is respected, Mateo was bound to face a bad ending and pull many of his protectors with him.

When I heard that he was missing, part of me was glad. Yes, I hoped that his wolf will awaken and that he will be an heir worth of inheriting the position of the Supreme Alpha, but with every passing day, those hopes dimmed. I knew the best because I was the one supervising his training.

Mateo was keeping up with his peers, but there was no dominance that the Supreme Alpha should have and by the time he turned twelve years old, I knew that it was hopeless, but Alpha forbid me from bringing it up.

My Alpha still believed that Mateo is a late bloomer, I could see that he refused to accept the reality.

After I heard the story of how Alpha brought Mateo to Aldus and that Aldus confirmed Mateo's wolf was poisoned, I understood from where my Alpha was getting his hopes. He was counting on Aldus performing a miracle.

And now I was in a situation to see Serina and Sergio believing in the same nonsense.

Yeah, right. Let's assume that Aldus's theory was correct. What poison can be treated twenty years after it was ingested? Seriously? Those people were holding onto straws, and I didn't want to have anything to do with it, even if it meant alienating myself from Serina.

Serina, a fine woman I failed to claim as mine in the last three years. I was irked to see that stinky boy being able to hold her while I never got closer than a handshake.

Maybe if I beat him up, Serina will see that he is trash. At least, that's what I thought.

Facing Mateo after more than a decade was like reliving old memories. He started mirroring my movements, just how he did during training.

As we continued exchanging blows, I had to admit that his strength and speed increased, after all, he was not a fourteen years-old boy anymore.

Mateo also learned various techniques I never saw before.

Is that how humans fight? He was quick and slippery and I couldn't believe that he was actually making me sweat.

'Let me take over!', Dash demanded.

'No, I will handle him.'

Dash snorted in disapproval, but he didn't insist.

However, when Mateo spouted some nonsense about geniuses and average people, I saw red.

Did he just call me average? I am Fynn, the mightiest general in the history of werewolves. How is that average?

Dash took this opportunity to come in front and I didn't stop him.

For that blatant disrespect, Mateo deserves whatever is coming his way.

The sensation of my fists sinking into Mateo's body was good and I was already celebrating my victory while imagining where I will take Serina for dinner.

I was confident that Dash and I got him but then Dash whimpered and retracted to the back of my mind.

'What's going on?', I asked and before Dash could respond, I felt the pressure like the air was turning solid and the gravity increased several folds.

I stared at Mateo in disbelief. Since when did he have Alpha's aura? And this was not just any Alpha, this one came with a wave of nostalgia, reminding me of my Alpha and by the time I came out of my daze, Mateo was already on top of me, his every punch slamming into me like a sledgehammer and punishing me for being shortsighted.

The stinky boy even had a smirk on his face while his eyes stirred with madness, just like his father when he basked in the sensation that a satisfying fight brings.

Ah, the good old days.

His aura made it difficult for me to raise my arms and defend and I stared at his fist that was approaching my face, but then it didn't reach me.

Why was he looking behind me?

'Werewolves are coming…', Dash's voice sounded in my head and I heard Mateo asking, "Why are you here, Pio?"

"We felt the Alpha aura and came to check it out…", the voice from behind me sounded.

Of course, they came to check it out. Damiano's aura would stretch for tens of kilometers in every direction if he didn't control it, and werewolves could sense it as the need to come and worship him.

I was confused. How come Mateo has that aura if he is wolf-less? Is it possible that his wolf is really dormant, and he can harvest his wolf's powers?

Even if that's not the case, I promised to protect Mateo until Serina dissolves me of that duty, and technically I was only a few punches away from losing, so I stood up to block Mateo and faced the newcomers. By now, the pressure Mateo emitted was gone, and I could move freely.

It was at least thirty of them.

"Who are you and what gives you the right to approach me?"

The guy in front lifted his head and his eyes widened when he saw me. A moment later, he fell on his knees. "General Fynn!"

The guys behind him were quick to get on their knees also and it was a weird situation. They looked like a bunch of beggars who found their savior. Well, I'm not a savior.

I turned to look at Serina, silently asking her to deal with this mess and I noticed that Zoe and another woman joined us, both of them wearing bathrobes.

I was immersed in a fight, otherwise, I wouldn't miss scarcely dressed women. OK, Zoe is still a girl, but the other one is fully grown and quite alluring. Maybe this birthday party won't be boring, after all.

Damn it! If I knew that a hot chick was watching, I wouldn't lose so badly!

Serina approached me and faced the newcomers.

"Fynn, do you know them?"

"No.", I responded to Serina before raising my voice to address the closest guy who appeared to be the leader. "Who are you and how do you know my name?"

"My name is Pio. I was a scout in the third division…" He said some other nonsense which I had no way to confirm, but none of it was important until he reached the part, "We are waiting for more than a decade for a worthy leader to show up."

I snorted. "And you think that's me?"

His eyes were full of desperation. "We will follow you anywhere."

I made a face. I really had no intention of having followers. I can barely stomach those thirty people I'm cohabiting with for the last decade and adding more of these sorry creatures is not my style.

Serina stepped forward. "Pio, stand up."

He refused. "Not until General Fynn accepts us."

"Then, you are going to kneel there for a very long time.", I said. "Miss Mezzanotte is the owner of this land. Show some respect and listen to her, or I will make you."

Serina lifted her hand, indicating to me that she will take care of it.

Serina approached him and squatted. She spoke softly, but I heard her clearly. "Pio, General Fynn is a person from the past. There is no more Bluemoon pack or the army under his command. Right now, he is Fynn, and we hired him to train Drago. He has a life and a job, and he can't take you in. Do you understand?"

Her words stung me more than I wanted to admit. General Fynn is gone. It was the truth, but it was still heavy on the ears.

"Can we talk to him?", Pio asked Serina.

Luckily, she refused him. "Not now. Fynn just arrived and he needs to freshen up and rest. How about you come back tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon? We will have a few more guests to celebrate Zoe's eighteenth birthday. You are welcome to join us for dinner. There will be food and drinks for everyone, and you can use that time to talk to Fynn. You can also stay for Zoe's coming of age ceremony."

That got his attention. "Coming of age ceremony?"

Serina smiled and gestured toward Sergio and Pio's mouth hung open.

"Shaman Sergio!", one of the people from behind Pio shouted.

They were all excited to see Sergio and me that I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.

Alpha's aura or not, I had no intention of taking them with me to the property of Notte Pharmaceuticals, and me staying here was not an option either.

I felt like a bunch of stray dogs was stuck to me, and I had no means or desire to take them in. What a mess.

I was glad when Pio and his men agreed to retreat for now and to stay away until tomorrow.

That gave us time to discuss how to handle them and I really hoped that Seraphina has a solution that doesn't involve me turning into a babysitter for a bunch of grown werewolves.

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