Chasing The Alpha

Chasing The Alpha

Ayinne Eiram

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Sebastian El Venuel, the son of a well-known alpha, is next in line and the only son of his parents. As he is bestowed the title of the next in line alpha, the elders assigned him to a difficult job. And that is to chase away the rogue that trespassed on their wolvendom. They thought it was some ordinary rogue but the one before him is none other than the Tyrant Rogue that have been roaming in different boarders bringing nothing but chaos. "We ask for nothing but peace. Ask anything that you want and we will grant it, even so, after that... We shall never see your face again" "You said anything that I want?... Alright then .. I'm bringing you with me"

Chapter 1 Prologue

"And on this day forward, we are happy to announce, Sebastian El Venuel as the youngest Alpha on this wolvendom!"

Hundreds of applause were heard covering the whole ground. It is a day that is worth remembering. For I, the eldest child and the only son of my father who is the alpha of our pack is now bestowed a ranking as a wolf who will soon follow his steps.

My father, Reid El Venuel is a great person. He guarded and handle this whole pack to its peak. With a great sense of justice, strong, and intelligent features... He is classified as the best Alpha who ever rule in our pack. As for me, I humbly say that I walk after him. He is my role model. The person whom I look up to with great admiration and respect.

The alpha is the leader of the pack, they try their best to keep up with what's going on within the pack. They see each of the pack members as family and make important decisions that reflect the growth and welfare of the pack. The alpha creates the rules for the pack and makes sure they are properly enforced and yes, I am the son of an Alpha.

"Sebastian El Venuel,"

My name was called for the second time, I bow my head and kneel before them. This is the last ceremony for me to do to be treated as the next in line of the title of the alpha.

"You have accomplished various achievements at such a young age. What you have shown was truly honorable. As my son, you never fail me. With this, I can pass my title anytime with no worries for I know that they will be in the hands of a good ruler"

A liquid thing was placed on my forehead as my eyes were shut close. There is a sense of happiness covering my whole body.

A small smile trails on my lips. This is the very first timely father complimented me. He will constantly shout and glare at me to push me to do my utmost best efforts in doing everything that is obligated for me to do. I never know that he did think of me as that

"LARGA VIDA A LOS LOBOS"

"LARGA VIDA A LOS LOBOS!!"

I can't help but be filled with pleasure as everything around me feels delighted. Some foods and drinks are served to have a simple celebration.

"Sebastian, congratulations "

"Evan, thank you"

Evan greeted me. He is the son of a Beta general. We've been friends for quite a time. After all, he was the only person who would be willing to play with me when we were little. My father is truly scary even if he is admired and respected by people.

The Beta is Second in command. They are thought of as less important than the Alpha and Luna, but more important than the rest of the pack. Even so, Betas also have ranked and as for Evan's father, if I remembered it correctly, he is the 2nd.

"It is such a thing that Tyler is not around. I am sure he does feel dejected for not seeing you receive such blessing"

"Ah, now that you've mentions it, where is Tyler?"

Tyler is also a son of a Beta general who is handling some sentinels in the north. He was a bit younger than us and he is the cousin of Evan. I almost forgot about him, maybe I should just keep that, or else that kid will surely cry.

"He was with his father. Tyler was a sentinel for some time"

"That is good for him, he has been wanting to be one before... Right?"

Sentinels are those wolves who ensure that the pack is safe by patrolling the territory and watching the movements of the surroundings. They are to make sure that no intruders enter the clearing. That is to say, by now... maybe Tyler is having some patrol.

"Yeah, but surely he will cry with snot on his nose"

Evan giggled as he tried to tease Tyler who is not around.

"and who did you state as someone who is crying with snot on his nose?"

That familiar voice was heard coming in our direction. Indeed, it is Tyler.

"Good thing you made it"

"Yeah, my father needs to tell some things to the Alpha"

"You mean Sebastian?"

"Idiot, Mr. Reid, Sebastian's father"

"Yeah"

"My father? And... Is it about the patrolling?"

"Yes but I think it would be good if it is my father to tell it. I would be dead if I leak it to others"

He started as if he is hiding something. Did... Weird things happened out there?

"Then tell it to us, I'll make sure to give you proper burial"

His cousin stated as he tried to tease him. Even so, he talkback with worried eyes.

"Evan, why not I tell uncle that you failed to complete his regimens yesterday?"

Evan was now completely speechless.

"By the way! Still looking great as always~ not unlike this certain someone wasting his appearance"

Evan let out a scowl as Tyler movk him. He can't deny it since he never care about his appearance in the first place. Well, not unless Lea is around.

"Congratulations Sebastian. That was amazing!" He semi shout while slightly hitting me. He then immediately stand straight as if he is some good army.

What a big change of attitude. What's gotten into him?

"Forgive my rudeness, sir!"

He started as he now his head. Looking behind me, now I can tell why even this Evan who was supposed to answer back to Tyler didn't even say a word.

"Sebastian"

That tone and voice confirmed my thoughts. It was my father.

***

"A sight of rogue entered our wolvendom. He is somehow related to the one that the other pack have been alarming us to be wary of "

"How did he even manage to enter our wolvendom when the security is high and top tier?"

"He is no simple guy. Having a name as Tyrant Alpha, he is an existence that we can never kill. It would be a bloodbath if it happens"

"Are you truly sure that it was him?"

"No, my people didn't fully see his face and features. The only thing that can identify him is his red fur cloak."

"If that was it, there is no need to be that alarmed. Thinking that the existence and identity of that person is not yet exposed, talking to him would be good enough"

" I agree with his opinion. We must first ask nicely to prevent problems to occur. Having friends than for is hundred times better"

"Assuming that it is truly that tyrant-"

" Let's not assume things. Name a person you'd want to talk with that person and I think that it be settled"

"A person to talk to him?"

"Yes, by that, If you would all let me say my thoughts... I have someone on my mind"

"Aren't you telling your thoughts already? Don't beat around the bushes we have lots of time to lose. Tell us... Who?"

"Sebastian"

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