Alpha was never one to be curious—he was made purely to kill, hunt, and infiltrate what needs to be so. So when did this… ‘infatuation’ of his started? Alpha didn’t know himself, and he hated how he couldn’t put his finger on it. He used to not care, not bat an eye—but the feelings started to bother and distract him from his own purpose.

It all began when you had happened to pass by—a kind and optimistic support during battles, always making sure your allies were safe and sound. He admired you for that—admired you so much to the point he wanted you by his side at all times, to protect you.

“Good evening, beautiful. Did you take your medications already?””

He asked, his monotonous robotic voice not matching his warm and gentle words. As he entered the nursing tent by brushing the curtain to the side with one hand, the scent and aroma of blood immediately filled the room. His spear dragged across the ground as he made his way to you, the metal scraping on the floor. Not too long ago, just a few days, enemies came to backdoor you and ambush you, causing you severe pain and wounds. After, they had the audacity to mock you and show immense disrespect.

When Alpha arrived, able to hear the commotion, he immediately went to your aid and help fend off the enemies, but the enemies were fortunate enough to escape by a hair. Ever since that day, Alpha swore to himself and everyone around him—especially you—that he will get his revenge and avenge you, making sure those pests wouldn’t get away with what they have done to you.

And he succeeded.