Alpha's Power Bottom

I'll never get used to moving. It's frustrating and feels like I'm erasing myself and redrawing the same lines over and over again.

This time, we moved to Silverwood, Oregon. It's a town that, so far, looks friendly and welcoming. It has tree-lined streets and coffee shops with locals who smile a lot.

We don't live anywhere near them, though.

My family and the entire pack settled deep past the outskirts, tucked behind iron gates and surrounded by endless woods. We stayed close enough to pretend like we were normal as everyone else, and far enough to remain hidden.

Even though it's a new environment, the pack is obliged to abide by the same rules. Blend in. Don't draw attention. Don't mess up.

And now, here I am, the first son of the majestic Alpha of The Midnight Sun Pack, standing in the hallway of yet another high school, already exhausted by the thought of learning new faces, new routines, and new ways to live among humans.

I'm too busy staring at my locker combination to notice where I'm going until I slam straight into someone strong. Pain instantly shot through my shoulder because I let my guard down. Books hit the floor, and everywhere snapped quickly into silence.

When I looked up, I was staring into sharp blue eyes that were filled with pure disgust. Sadly, that was my first impression in this new school. A clumsy idiot.

"Hey!" he snapped as he shoved me hard, and I tripped and fell. "Watch where you're going fool."

I hid my face for a moment, gathering the books that fell. He kept yelling and pouring insults at me, but I ignored him and separated my book from his. After doing so, I raised my head slowly and reached out to him with his books in my palm.

"What is this?" he asked loudly, looking at the guys around him... people I'll say are his friends. "Can someone please explain what this is?"

They all started chuckling, but it didn't get to me. I obviously pissed him off by bumping into him, so I wasn't going to be defensive. I wouldn't want to cause so much chaos on my first day in school. So, I remained calm with this stranger's books in my palm, as I waited for him to take them.

He turned to me, scoffed, and smacked the books from my grasp. "Are you new here?" he asked. "I don't think I've seen your face around here before. I guess that's why you don't know the consequences of your dumb action."

"Yeah," one of his friends snorted. "He doesn't get what's going on. He doesn't know how things get done around here."

Still, I remained quiet. I clenched my jaw and began counting up to a hundred in my head as a method to control my anger.

The pissed boy slid his hands into his pockets and walked slowly towards me until we were barely inches apart. That's when I