Alex-fucking-xander

AITHAN

“Beware,” he whispered, leaning down so close that his lips brushed my left ear. “If you don't keep that mouth shut, I will stuff it with something else. Something that will leave you moaning like the slut you are.”

Though those words ended with me punching him, I didn't feel any satisfaction, not with that knowing smirk on his face as he wiped the blood from his lips. Alexander “Lex” De Luca, the bane of my existence, and the man I hated the most in the entire world, the same reason I was sitting here, staring into the face of my father.

“How could you do that?!” He hit his right palm on the table, causing me to roll my eyes. Father always got worked up over little things, and it was happening right now. His receding hairline, and eyes which always darkened in anger, made me worry about his future.

Lifting my shoulders in a shrug, I gave him a bored look as I leaned back in the chair. “He started it. That fucking bastard called me a bitch!”

How could I ignore him when he did something like that? This wasn't the first time Alexander had done this. Other times, he would lean so close, to moan in my ear, telling me how he would bend me and fuck me seven ways to Sunday if I don't keep my tails tucked away. The fucking audacity that bastard has!

“You were supposed to keep your anger!” Father screamed in my face. “Now, how do you expect to keep the paparazzi away? They have been camping out there for days because of this!”

“Why do you even care?” I lazily rose from the chair, yawning. “He's our fucking enemy. You should be glad I punched him in the face. Why? Did you expect me to smile because we were in the fucking public? They can go screw themselves for all I freaking care!”

“Language!”

“Like you care.” Rolling my eyes at him, I turned and left, ignoring his calls for me to return.

Alexander's family, the De Luca's family has been our enemy for years. It didn't help matters that our families owned the largest Mafia group in the country, but our mothers perished in a crossfire during a clash between the pack, which helped the feud that ran deep into the bones. More for me, though. While Alexander still had his father, mine died, and I got a foster father, Viktor, who treated me like a son, most times, the men under him gossiped about him being his biological son.

“What are you going to do now?” Pink, my second in command, fell in line with me. Well, Pink was the name I gave him because of his unusual obsession with the colour. Though it didn't suit his ruthless personality, the name stuck.

Pink was a gamma Viktor saved when I was a teen, and we had been friends since the time we met. As a Beta — unfortunately, that was what my second gender is — I was closer to him than the others because they were all alphas, and thought the world should revolve around them. Like that bastard Alexander!

“Get back at him.” I didn't need to think about it. Alexander has gone far this time. Even though my father wanted me to forget about him, and focus on the new deal we got, I couldn't help the intense desire to seek him out and punch the motherfucker in the face.

“Now, that's my man there.” Pink slapped me on the back, earning a growl from me.

“Come on man. That was a friendly pat!” He argued, taking a step back, with his hands raised. Though his brown eyes sparkled, I knew he didn't mean for the pat to hurt like it did.

“I know,” grumbling, I resumed my walk back to my quarters, to think of what I would do to that damned bastard. Just thinking about it made me want to punch him in the face once more. I didn't get any satisfaction from the first one.

“Aren't you going to seek him out?” Pink sounded puzzled as he trailed after me, thinking I would set out to look for Alexander.

“Not at the moment.” I peered around at the fortified family estate, lazily yawning. The sprawling compound, with its fortified walls and sleek buildings, represented both our strength and vulnerability. It took years for Viktor to build this, adding layers to the houses until it became this sanctuary, a place where my memories were. I didn't have that many memories of my parents aside from the night they died. The ones I had in this compound replaced every other one I had before I was taken in by Viktor.

My eyes wandered to the basketball court, where I'd once played alongside my father. Though I still played in it, it could never replace the memories of late-morning plays I had with Viktor. The swimming pool's tranquil waters reminded me of relaxing summer afternoons, days when I would hide from Viktor, to cool my head from the countless training sessions that always left me trying to feel my legs. Viktor had always trained me like an Alpha, even though he knew I wasn't one. I was just a Beta, one who was naturally stronger than all the Betas living with us.

“Why?” Pink blocked my path before I could take a step forward. “This is your chance. Why do you want to give it up?”

“My chance?” I stopped at that, frowning at him. “What do you mean by my chance? Do you think Father will let me leave this compound today? I doubt that.” I looked towards the gate, at the guards there. I could tell even without approaching them that Viktor must have instructed them to keep me in the building, and I didn't want to fight them.

“I didn't ask you to leave though.” Pink looked around before leaning in, his voice a whisper, “I heard they are coming over to the house. For a peace treaty.”

“What?!” My eyes widened at that. “Alexander?”

He nodded vigorously. “Alpha Viktor is trying to get the public's favour by pretending to extend an olive branch. You can get your opportunity to punch him!” He sounded more eager than I was, causing me to raise my brows at him.

“What if he doesn't come?”

“He will. Trust me.”