Her Alpha Is An Idol

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

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I was so shocked, my eyes were as if I couldn't believe a big wolf was sitting in his chair. Drex Ethan, is a solo idol that I like so crazy. I'm the idiot who infiltrated Drex's makeup room. Alone! I must accept the fact that my life is now at stake. That huge black wolf could not only give me an allergy to its fur but could tear me to death today!

"Shit!"

I turned around and ran as fast as I could. The worst thing was that the black wolf was already looking at me with its bright yellow eyes. The big black beast is following me! I ran as fast as I could, stupid me, who followed Drex, my idol, to a very lonely place, just to get his autograph. There's nobody here! Even if I scream, no one will hear. All I can do now is save myself.

The creature chased me. The wolf is one of the ferocious mammals that runs very fast and tirelessly. I have to find a way to survive! Enter the room! Yes, I have to go into the room and close it! Wolves can't open the door!

Is roar! The sound of the big beast snorting was already sounding close. I was very scared. From a young time, I hated dogs! Especially this wolf! Bigger and more ferocious! I ran to the left and entered the room. Before I could close the door, the big wolf pushed the door and jumped in.

I was cornered, I couldn't avoid it, the ferocious creature entered with grinning teeth ready to pounce on me. I turn right and left, there are no windows, no stuff, this room is just a space with no ventilation that could be a horrible room on my last day.

Gosh! It comes near.

"Go away! Go! Someone help me please!" I shouted, hoping someone would hear.

The wolf was silent, it didn't pounce, but slowly I saw something beyond reason. The black wolf changed, becoming a human figure that I knew. Drax Ethan, the idol I'm crazy about. The man came closer with sharp eyes that were indeed as sharp as a wolf's.

"Drax?"

"Humph!" his strong hands gripped my collar and pushed me hard against the wall.

"Argh!"

"Pervert! Why did you follow me into the locker room? What did you see? Did you bring a camera? Hand it over!" he snapped in a deep voice.

"No! I'm just asking for an autograph! But how come you? The wolf just now. Why did it turn this like? Oh, No!" I stammered in fear.

"Humph! You've seen it all, today is your last day, pervert!" he said, sounding angry.

"I'm not a pervert! I'm your fan!" I answered, trembling.

"Fans? Are you sure?"

"Yes! I am your Fans!" I answered, even more frightened because Drax was looking at me with irises that turned yellow.

"Haha! But you were running scared when you saw me! That wolf was me! Drax Ethan! I'm a Lycan!" he grinned and grinned closer and licked my cheek like he wanted to eat me right away.

I'm shaking. I didn't expect the idol I like to be a Lycan. I could have been torn to death that moment and become this creature's meal!

"You were my fan? Did you like me?" he asked, sniffing down my neck.

"You Drex? Are you him?" I asked, still in disbelief.

"Look at me! I'm Drex Ethan! Why are you upset that I'm a Lycan?" he asked in a threatening tone.

"I am your fan, I really like you. Gorgeous and charismatic! I love your voice, but, please don't kill me," I replied.

"Hump! At first, I wanted to eat your internal organs, but it looks like you're my fan, even though you're shaking," he said as he brought his face closer and still sniffed my scent.

"I'm your fan," I replied, justifying.

"Fine! I think you could be of use. What's your name?"

"Elea,"

"Elea! From today, you are my slave!" he said with a grin.

***

My name is Elea Jemima, a student majoring in history at a prominent campus in the city of San Louis. It's just, I don't really like taking classes, I think listening to lecturers talk is very boring.

The thing I like is music. Recently I idolized a rookie singer. His name is Drex Ethan, his fandom and I call him D.E. He's a very handsome man, very sexy, very cool and his voice is very amazing. From the first time he debuted, I immediately fell in love. I think he is the most perfect idol I've ever known.

"Lea! What are you doing?" she whispered.

I didn't hear it. I put on a Bluetooth headset and deliberately covered it with my hair while listening to Drex music while shaking my shoulders during the lecture. It seems that my absurd behavior was observed by Barbara, who was indeed sitting behind me.

"Lea!" she called again.

Annoyed at not being noticed, Barbara patted me from behind. I turned my head and opened one of my hidden headphones.

"What?"

"Ah, no wonder you're rocking. It turns out you're listening to music," she replied.

"Ssstt! Yeah, the lectures are boring," I whispered.

Barbara nodded, but her eyes remained straight ahead of where the lecturer was explaining ancient Roman history.

"Lea! What are you looking for in the back?" asked Mrs. Martha who was observing my movements.

"I am sorry, ma'am," I replied, caught chatting.

"Now explain what you know about Rome, why is it called Roman, and who was the first leader there?" asked Mrs. Martha testing.

"The Romans existed around 750 BC, Mam. Starting from the formation of the city of Rome and their first leader named Romulus,"

Mrs. Martha was quite impressed with my answer, and feeling unsatisfied she started asking again.

"Besides Romulus, there is another one who founded the Roman civilization. Do you know who his name is?"