Alpha Loren:

　　“I think of myself a gentleman. My power, my strength and my action are driven by one thing- the instinct to protect the things I hold dear. But heed this: if you stand in my way, you will see nothing gentle. Only everlasting suffering and anguish far beyond your comprehension.”

　　-Alpha Leonardo Loren

　　Chapter 1: Cameron

　　A few weeks ago,

　　The music of the party thudded throughout the house and the smell of sticky teenagers was rife in the air. It was the peak of misguided youth with alcohol, drugs, drunken make-outs and a whole lot of annoying the neighbours.

　　Not my scene but I was with my boyfriend who, as an established member of the football team, mixed with this crowd regularly.

　　We clasped our clammy hands together, winding through the crowd to our eventual destination, the drinks table.

　　I laughed as he attempted to open his beer with his teeth before accepting failure and reaching for the bottle opener that lay in a pool of warm beer on the table.

　　After pouring myself a drink too and clutching it close to my chest, we weaved back towards the door, hoping to find a little fresh air without the vomit odour and sweaty bodies.

　　Just as the door came into sight and its refreshing breeze hit my flushed cheeks, I bumped into a hard chest. My drink sloshed down my front and oozed into my shirt.

　　After stumbling back, a familiar face greeted me.

　　It was Jake, a tall and pretty hot senior. As one of my brother’s friend, he hung around my house a lot, and I was forever bumping into him. Although until tonight, not literally.

　　“I’m so sorry, Jake, that was totally my fault,” I said, grabbing some paper towels from someone else’s spillage and rubbing his shirt.

　　“Ella, don’t worry,” he said, placing his hand on mine to stop me. “What is it anyway? Lemonade?”

　　“Yeah...”

　　“You don’t drink?”

　　My eyes widened.

　　“Oh, I had a beer earlier,” I said, “I just-“

　　“Chill, will you?” He said with a laugh, “I don’t give a shit if you’re drinking lemonade or neat vodka... you’re cool either way.”

　　I laughed nervously, “Thanks.”

　　“Hey, listen. Do you wanna dance?”

　　His hand had rested on my back as he smiled warmly.

　　“Oh, I’m here with Cam-“

　　“No. She doesn’t want to dance because, as you know, she is my girlfriend,” Cameron said, coming up behind me and placing his hand on my waist.

　　“Oh sorry, bro. I forgot you two are a thing,” Jake said.

　　Cam grunted, “You forgot? Sure.”

　　Jake put his hands up in defence.

　　“Hey, I’m not involved in juniors.”

　　“It’s okay,” I said, taking Cameron’s hand.

　　“Yet here you are getting handsy with my girlfriend,” Cameron hissed, “You’ve had your eye on her for a while.”

　　“Dude, chill,” Jake said.

　　“Cam, it was a mistake.”

　　But he wasn’t backing down. Instead, he stepped closer and shoved Jake’s chest.

　　“Keep your hands away.”

　　“Look, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to upset you-“ Jake began, but before he could finish Cameron had thrown himself forward.

　　I gasped as they both hit the floor.

　　“Cameron, get the fuck off him!” I shouted, “Are you trying to go to jail?!”

　　He only got a few punches at Jake’s jaw before my brother, Connor, prised him away.

　　Jake scrambled to his feet, glaring at Cameron as Connor held him back.

　　“What the fuck, man?” Connor asked, escorting him away and towards the stairs.

　　“I’ve got this Connor,” I said, taking Cameron’s hand.