My Alpha Bully

For my entire life, I was bullied verbally as well as a little physically, though not too seriously. But all those moments were when that big, bad bully humiliated me in front of everyone.

My pride and ego were practically thrown away the moment I was humiliated. Yet, my parents and my brother thought that he was doting on me, hence he paid so much attention to me.

But I hated him so much. Yeah right, dote on me. More like make me suffer ten times more.

He called me names, like literally harsh ones after I turned into a woman when I was fourteen. He labeled me as a slut, whore, ho and many more.

This got the attention of many males in my school who practically tried to hook up with me, even though I was trying my hardest to protect my virginity. I wanted to safeguard my V-card for my future mate.

Yet, he never allowed them to get near me. If they ever did, they would have to face his wrath. It was so ironic. He bullied me, yet he was so possessive.

What the hell was he trying to do? I didn't know and I didn't even want to find out.

As with any other day, he would pick on me relentlessly until I was damn frustrated. I mean, I didn't even offend him in the first place, but he kept picking on me.

When I had gotten myself a new school bag, he deliberately snatched it from me and hid it somewhere where there would be a lot of dirt, saying that pink was a girly color for me.

And that got me pissed for a couple of days that I ignored him. But he would always try to break down these walls, making me look so vulnerable in front of him.

I hated it a lot. I hated to be seen as weak by him.

The other day, my brother had gotten me a new sundress. However, it ended up tattered and worn out because he said that it was too childish for me and I should wear oversized sweaters to cover my ugly body.

God damn it, since when did I need his nasty comments?

But the most unbearable thing he had done to me was to beat up the guy whom I had a crush on. After that incident, he didn't talk to me, nor did he even dare to look at me.

However, my anger was slightly appeased when news traveled that he was going to be away for two years to attend Alpha's training.

And damn, I was so elated when he was going to leave. When he left, I was the only one who clapped the loudest while all the pack members were sending him off in a 'not so happy' mood.

That got me grounded for a week because I was supposed to be feeling sad to see him leave, instead of gloating over it.

I mean, come on, I was bullied for my entire life and he was finally gone. Why would I be feeling sad? The night before he left, I couldn't sleep well, not because I would miss him, but because he was going to leave for two whole years.

At least, he wouldn't be there when I shifted into my burgundy wolf that same year. Otherwise, he would tease me endlessly when my wolf came out smaller than other average she-wolves.

However, I was faster and more agile than other wolves which gave me an advantage. And I was not afraid of getting defeated since I was constantly topping the charts for each week ever since training started. Alongside my brother, we were the best pack fighters since we also had Beta blood flowing in our veins.

Besides training as pack fighters, I discovered singing as my talent and formed a band with three other musically inclined friends who were like me, werewolves.

I was the lead vocalist, Maya was the guitarist, Jessica played the piano and Rachel played the drums. The four of us usually played together as a band in competitions as well as in school performances.

It had been almost two years since this band was formed which meant that the jerk was going to come back from his Alpha training soon and I was totally not looking forward to it, especially when his ferocious orbs kept casting glares at me when he was about to leave for his trip.

It was as though he was telling me that he would be back for me.

"Snap out of your thoughts, Eve." Rachel stated, smacking her drumsticks together to catch my attention.

I raised a brow in response and murmured, "What?"

She rolled her eyes, "The Alpha-to-be is coming back in four months' time and the Alpha has requested us to perform a few songs for his party."

My eyes enlarged almost instantly, choking loudly as the cooling liquid rushed down my throat. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Maya and Jessica laughed instantly since all three of them knew about my story while Rachel merely smirked, "Whether he has been a jerk to you for your entire life, you're still going to sing at his party."

"Can I pull out-"

She cut me off with a stern glare. "The Alpha's orders, not mine. You wouldn't want to disobey the Alpha, do you?" She taunted with a knowing look, knowing that I would never dare to reject the Alpha.

Otherwise, my mom would ground me for a whole month. And I wanted nothing like that. I wished I could not be around him, or see him, or have him look at me because then I’d be triggered again into remembering all the times he had bullied me as a child up until he left.

The heels of my palms kissed my forehead as I leaned forward and groaned aloud, not caring if it caused an echo throughout our practice room in the basement of the pack house. I could already sense the terror of his return.

Fuck the song.

Fuck Nathan.

Fuck his return.

Fuck my life

Four months later...

The four months in the practice room were unbearable. They kept teasing me endlessly about that jerk and I had to suffer in silence even though I really didn't want to sing at his party.

Why should I?

But when the Alpha has requested, it becomes a 'no rejection' case. If we do, we might have to face his wrath and suffer in front of the whole pack which was probably the last thing we wanted to happen to us.

It had been four months and I just had to endure for tonight. Today was his arrival, and most of the pack members were busying themselves with the preparations.

Some of the unmated she-wolves were pampering themselves just to land on his bed tonight. He was still the same, a player and the sex god.

A huge banner was hung up in front of the pack house with the words that irked me the most, 'Welcome back Nathan.' Just the mention of his name made my wolf restless, and so did I.

I have a bad feeling about this, perhaps the bullying might turn even worse. God damn it, I can't even imagine what will happen to me when he comes back.

As I sat there pouting, Maya waved a hand in front of me with a raised brow. "You ready? We're doing the final practice for the covers." I nodded in response, clearing my throat as I reached out for the microphone.

The three covers we have chosen to perform at the party tonight were: 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams, 'Titanium' by David Guetta and 'Lean On' by Lazer.

And it was meant for that jerk whom I hated so much. To be honest, I have made plans to move out of the pack house once I have graduated from high school.

Which meant fewer chances to bump into that jerk, more freedom. I don't mind at all if this was the only way to get myself out of his clutches.

He's nothing but trouble.

"On the count of three, Eve." Rachel said, pulling me back to reality as I realized that we had a practice to continue. I nodded, counting to three as we began practicing the covers.

xxxx

I punched the punching bag hard, shooting my leg out to hit the surface while my posture was firm and steady like I had been taught since I was 16.

There might be a possibility where I have a chance to spar with that jerk, but I wasn't going to let him get the best of me. He had successfully made me weak and crumbled right in front of him in the past, but I swear that the old Eve was already gone, replaced with a fighter in her.

That jerk was going down.

My nose flared with anger as I continued to punch the shit out of the bag, ignoring the huge amount of stares thrown in my direction.

My fist tightened and collided with the surface with all my strength and hate towards the jerk. If there was one thing his bullying had benefited me, and that would be making me stronger.

He attempted to make me weak, but instead, it forced me to bring out my will to become stronger.

With one last strike, the material burst and broke apart. I gasped silently, moving backward at the sight. I just ripped off the punching bag again.

Sorry, dad. I ripped off the punching bag again. I mind-linked my dad with a sheepish smile. God knows it was the nth time I have ripped off the bag in training again.

Again? That was the twentieth this month, sweetie. He replied back, I could literally hear him sighing right now since he would have to pay for the damages I have made in the training room.

Sorry, dad. I cut off the link and bent down to grab my clean towel. As I wiped off my sweat, my eyes wandered around the room, only to see Joe, my best friend shaking his head at me as he winked.

Instantly, I winked back with a little flirtatious demeanor even though we were just kidding. A male friend to flirt jokingly with and not take it seriously, how good is that?

He was never serious when it came to training. Surprisingly though, he was an excellent fighter when it comes to wars, and that made him cool.

I smirked, rolling my eyes at him before exiting the room as I headed to the kitchen instead. I needed a drink to quench my thirst right now Chopping of meat was heard from the kitchen while I peeked my head in to see Jenny, the pack's head cook who was cutting the meat silently.

"Jenny." I chimed, approaching her while she stopped to look at me.

"Hey, Eve. Here for a drink?" She asked while I nodded, smiling brightly.

She walked towards the fridge and handed me a fruit punch with a knowing look. "Heard you ripped off the punching bag again." She barked out a laugh while I chuckled lightly.

How the hell did news travel so fast?

I waved at her before getting out of the kitchen as I drank the fruit punch. The cooling liquid sliding down my throat was always so refreshing, especially after a good workout in the training room.

"The rogues have been going low-profiled these few days, perhaps preparing for a huge attack." I heard my brother's voice as two buff figures entered the house.

I squinted slightly at the light pouring in through the door before adjusting to the brightness. When my eyes opened, I found myself looking at the guy who was the last person I wanted to meet on Earth.

Nathan. My heart thudded in my chest at the sight of him. And he looked much better than the last time I’d seen him, as much as I wasn’t willing to admit that, it was true. The jerk was godly handsome.

Yet, my wolf kept howling inside of me, yipping and yapping like a child. Mate. Piper, my wolf howled in delight while I froze instantly at the word.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. That jerk turned out to be my mate.