Finding Alpha

No way

Who threw the first punch? Well, I did...but that didn't mean that it landed.
The tall figure easy evaded my hit with the defense of his arm and swung low, landing a hit in my stomach with his other hand.

I stumbled back, only now realizing how strong this man actually was.
I didn't allow his height to be threatening.
Even though he had a good foot on me, I still had won fights against those taller than him before... but, he was different from the rest. Underneath his tailored suit must have been seer mussel. Should I stop?-no, as if that would stop me for my sister!

I gritted my teeth and bared the pain as I charged him. Aiming with another punch for the face.
A hit to the jaw would be a knockout button, In which one I hoped to hit.

But once again, I failed as he swept my feet, causing me to clash to the ground face first.

I groaned.
Fuck...was he trained in combat?
I pushed myself up and glanced at the man.
He hasn't even broke a sweat! And by the looks of his brother who was relaxed, this was normal.
He was calm...which only caused me to to grow anger.

"You're not going to use the weapon?" He raised his eyebrow as he gestured to the crow bar I dropped right before the first hit.

I scoffed as I stood up, wiping my bloody nose as my eyes watered. "I don't need anything but my hands to beat your ass." I hissed.

Then, The man finally showed some emotion as a small smirk peeked though his lips.

What? Was I amusing him? Tsk, he was just as scummy as his pervy brother. I began to snarl as I charged at him once again. As I raised my right fist, I threw it, not aiming anywhere particularl because it wasn't my choice of weapon this time.
No, this time, it was my knee.
I closed in the space between us and as I did I hilted my knee upwards. Inches away,  I was happy as I thought I was about to land my first hit in between his legs-but sadly my trumptness didn't last for long.

The tall man grabbed my arm with one hand and with his foot, side swiped my standing leg. Easily I lost balance and fell backwards, the man following closely behind as he slammed me down. I groaned out in pain as the back of my head hit the pavement.

Fuck...how did he know?

My eyes opened to see as he hovered over me. His one hand still had a grasped on my wrist, his eyes glowing a deep green. "I don't like those who play dirty." He growled lowly, his grip became deathing, causing me to whimper slightly.

"L-let go." I snarled though my yelp.
Shit, it was like he was going to squeeze my wrist to mush!

As I open my eyes to meet his I noticed as something changed within his stance.
He no longer seemed angry...not angry but something else...was he...was he excited? His eyes weren't green anymore they were almost a dark pinkish purple!
What the fuck? Did he just go in heat? What?! Now?! Here?! Of all times and places, now?!

"
...are you a ome—" almost immediately I cut over his confused expression.

"Fuck no!" I screamed as I turned to my side and grasped the crow bar with my left hand. Without thinking any more of it, I swung it as hard as I could over his head.
immediately he was knocked off of me. Causing a gasp to  irrupt  from his brother as I scrambled to my feet.

Turning towards the street, I booked it back to my house.
No way in hell!
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*Eric's pov*

"I can't believe you actually let him hit you." My eldest brother Milo scoffed as he leaned against the kitchen counters.

"I couldn't even believe my eyes" my youngest brother, Ezekiel, chimed in.

I groaned as I pressed the ice pack harder to my head and looked out the window.
Oh, You're surprised? What about the one who ACTUALLY got hit? I was caught off guard with the sent, That's all. I never fought someone who had a sent that strong, a sent strong enough to bypass my own repressers...maybe he was more than just a omega. Was that why he reacted like that when I asked him if he was-

"Eric! Are you listening or no??" milo snapped louder to drowned out my thoughts

I glanced towards him. "What?" I muttered boreingly.

"What are you going to do when dad comes home? You know how negatively he can react when we look weak-"

"Don't worry about it." I wave my hand dismissively as I tossed the ice pack. Calmly I stood. "He won't even notice anyways." I shrug as I wonder towards the fridge to get some water.

The room went quiet as my two brothers met each other's gazes, silently communicating between one other.

"So..." Ezekiel started. "What do we do about that boy?" He nervously questioned as he looked to me for answers. Still nervous of me because of the earlier events .

I paused as I pulled out the water bottle.
That boy...what should I do? What was his name? How old is he? What was he?...how did he manage to distract me so? Why was I so curious about him?

I slammed the fridge door shut and looked to my youngest brother. "You assault his family almost daily, what are they're names?" I pressed aggressively.

A sudden sweat fell over him.
"Uhh, I'm not sure. His father passes the Alley way every day though" he explained nervously. "I-I know his sisters name is Danni too-but you can't go after her!" He panicly begged as his fist clenched, trying to be assured in his demand but failing dramatically.

His father and his sister...they must see him daily...they must know where he is... "fine" I devilishly smirked as i decided my brother punishment, fear. "I'll leave danni alone, if and only if you give me the name of that boy and where he is but, you only have two days before I start to torment her."
With that, I turned towards the staircase and headed upstairs, the bottle in my hand cracklings under my un-acknowledge grip.

I want to destroy him.