Chapter 07

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The black tank top stuck onto his godlike muscular frame that was littered with sweat, each movement caused the bulges of Al's biceps to bounce on his sides while still looking good in the afternoon sunset. Al's bright irises forward into the distance his lids half  hooded, thick brows wrinkled due to his impatience. The aura he presented compared to the rest of his pack made him seem surreal as though Al is a living painting of the roman era arts.

However, for others the image of the ruthless Satan comes to their minds at the treatment Al was pushing them.

Despite having his back being against the group, Al coming in first of the tracks he was much much farther off that no one came near beside him. Al stopped running three times already to let everyone see where he was up head, he'd stand around ticked off looking down at the other sector ranks then began running again once he was seen.

If he did happen to momentarily halt he'd cross his arms onto his chiselled chest and a look of disgust there in his handsome angled face. Surprisingly, it was enough of a delicious sight for his devoted fan girls and werewolves.

The attention of the female student's attracted to him sexually and secretly harbouring lady-boners, while the male student's boiling envy mixed with their anger were both pathetic in his eyes, Al only took enjoyment seeing them all struggling, trying to go onward.

Thinking they can match an Alpha.

He also knew there were portions of the burning stares behind him that are surely irritated with him for not giving the others a break. Specifically, people in the end of the group needed one but he's been generous enough to wait for the Silver and Omega ranks three times in a row for today, Al wasn't going to stop running to show them he was better, stronger and unreachable.

He thought over time everybody had grown used to this routine runs they did every weekend, but Al stood---rather jogged on corrected. They were going at an agonizingly mediocre pace for Al's taste, Grim earlier gave him ideas to shift and scare the Silver and Omega sectors so they would pick up their goddamn speed especially since it was dragging Al to even tolerate the weak.

Be-beep be-beep

Al tsked, that was his wrist watch beeps telling him they have taken longer on the trail than the last time. Meaning his pack is becoming a bunch of slacker dogs, Grim's infuriated they're record time's not improving, Grim hissed.

Do something about THIS If we were under attack or tracked down this pack is as good as juicy meat to Rogues, Al.

I know, Grim. the two usual shitty sector ranks are slowing us more than ever.

"Keep up or stay the night out here and feed the rabid animals I could fucking care less!" Al howled without even giving a glance over his shoulders as the student body attempted to do just that.

"I won't...m-make it..." Chase gasped, like having a heart attack. Which was fake and too dramatic, he just wanted girls to comfort him instead of drooling at Al.

"Is he actually serious?" A chubby girl asked to her friends in a hushed tone.

"He's killing us for gods sake." A boy with black glasses muttered to himself.

{Maybe we should take a break Al.} He heard Rainier suggest it through mind link, Grim growled back in response.

We've taken ENOUGH breaks and our track record officially gotten slower. Rainier nodded, not wanting to get on Grim's bad side during his sour mood.

Al picked up the frustrated grunts and grumbling of complaints from the students behind him and even from some werewolves, yet none had the balls to say any of that to his face and not take a trip to the school's clinic.

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