Alpha Ryu

/SAMANTHA-/

A promotion is known as the best blessing in werewolf nature, apart from getting a mate. To be promoted meant you had much more power, but it also meant you had more responsibilities to hold onto.

I couldn't take the position; it would make me stand out and might lead me into harm's way. For all I care, it might be a set-up to draw me forth from my shell; I definitely couldn't take such risks.

"I shall accept the promotion," I blurted out, staring at his evil grin.

"Excellent. You're now my personal assistant and also a member of the Deadly Fang werewolf community." He announced with a smile on his face.

With my head lowered, I knew I was vulnerable, but that was only just a way of winning his trust. "Shall I clean this place up, Alpha Ryu?"

"There's no essence in you cleaning this place up if you can't come back in. You can see dear Timothy lying cold on the ground. This is the fourth time he entered my chambers, and this is also the last time, if I must say. Your luck determines how long you'll stay as my personal assistant," he retired back to his chair, patting Timothy's head as he settled.

"What if I decided not to be your personal assistant?".

"Death is inevitable." A cold, icy look appeared on his face, making me stagger backwards till I couldn't move any more.

"I shall not fail you, Alpha Ryu," I appreciated about leaving his chambers.

"Remember, two steps forward and you're dead." His words echoed in my ears as I exited his chambers.

I knew I was wrong by accepting the promotion, but I had to take the risk. I had to find a way to behead him closely, a way he wouldn't be able to avoid—a painless death.

Sasha ran towards me, tugging my arm as we headed to the maiden cabinet. "Samantha, how did your meeting with Alpha Ryu go?"

"There was no such meeting between us. I just cleaned up the floors and left," my eyes on the doors as I lied.

"Is the Alpha cute? Did he take off his mask? Did you see how handsome he looked without his mask? Did you guys have sex?" Sasha questioned, her eyes glittering with anxiety.

"None of such. You've been having wild fantasies about the Alpha. He's nothing but a normal man.

"He has that strong aura, a ravishing grin that makes me leap and a smile that makes me wet underneath," Sasha explained, drooling as she drowned in her own fantasy.

"The Alpha is not worthy of such devastating love. He's a geezer, ruthless, with no emotion. He's barely mortal."

"That's why I love him. He's immortal; he'll be able to do some things that I've always wanted to do with a man." Sasha sighed.

"I thought you had a crush on Timothy; why the sudden change as of this morning?" I asked.

"Haven't I told you?" Sasha gazed at me, her eyebrows furrowed upwards.

"You barely tell me anything.".

"Maybe that's because you're unlovable and lack social skills." She teased.

How dare she? I'm lovable with enough social skills needed to rule a pack.

"So... get to it. What did you want to tell me?" I strutted, gazing into the depths of her eyes to intercept whatever lies she was about to exhale.

"Promise me you aren't going to tell anyone," she let out, searching the area to see if anyone was in sight.

"You know I don't talk to any of the maids except you, even though you're the most annoying."

"I and Sir Timothy are destined mates. We found out a week ago, and we have decided to run off tonight after the late wolves howl. Sir Timothy has this strong belief that we would end up losing our lives if we continue to live here. It's best to live a life than about it."

I could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. The dream of having a future where she could live without any fears. Waking up in the arms of her lover and maybe some kids to pull her hair.

"That's nice; I'm so happy for you," I let out.

"I know you wouldn't tell on me. And I really appreciate your kind gesture towards me. Maybe you can come visit us sometimes."

"I would for sure," I assured her before she retired into the maiden's chamber.

I returned to my chambers, slamming the door behind me. I was barely halfway through the room when I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach, bitter with lots of resilience. Sweat is dripping from my forehead down. What was this feeling? Was this what guilt felt like?

Then it occurred to me that Ryu had already set the plan into the mist. Timothy was already dead; his skull probably ground along and fed to the young werelings (mystical creatures who just appeared in the pack's dungeon).

Had Ryu found out about their movement? Was that the reason why he killed Timothy? No, that couldn't be possible; it was too early to be sniffed out.

I headed out, grabbing my sword from beneath the rug. Its blue-colored layers still held much of a presence, its sharp edge chanting for blood.

With a sigh, I grabbed my cloak, putting it on the next minute. The window blind shook as I jumped out, my cloak flowing with the wind.

"And who are you?" His cold and icy voice reverberated in the air as I balanced on the ground.

My mask fell from my face, my identity almost revealed. I turned back immediately, relying on my senses in case of an attack.

"I said, Who are you?" He growled, his sinister aura filling the air. "Why are you coming from Samantha's chambers? What did you do to her?"

"Tell me why you killed Timothy," I said.

"Whatever happens to Timothy doesn't concern you. You should be more concerned about yourself. " His hand suddenly crawled up my waist, his claw by my nape.

"Reveal yourself or die? Your choice."