Matteo's POV

The faces of my pack members stared back at me as I stood tall, my eyes scanning each of them, from the front line to the last, Looking into their eyes one by one while I gave them firm instructions about how today’s training would go.

They made sure they paid so much attention, not because they liked it, but because they're are scared of the price that follows if they ever fail. After every morning training, the ones who lost are always bundled to the pack farm where they would work hard all day without a drop of water or a bite of food until the next morning.

And if they fail again the next day, they would be sent back, over and over until they got stronger.

I can't be one of the most feared Alphas in the continent and have weak pack members. It can never happen. A snake will always give birth to something long.

I raised my hand, and right away, the local musicians began to play. If you haven’t noticed, music has a special place in my heart and touches my soul in a way nothing else does.

It fills me with life, which is why I make sure it’s a part of everything we do in this pack. As the beat grew louder, a trumpet blasted through the air, signaling the official start of training.

Immediately, the pack members paired up, everyone trying to win against their opponent. I watch as their legs and hands moved with their swords swinging, attacking, and defending.

I watched with pride, my lips curling into a satisfied smile. Shortly, I took off my long coat and handed it to my cloth bearer, moving towards my fighter who was already waiting for me.

I walked toward him, picked up my sword, facing him directly and Without a word, I swung.

Harry barely dodged the first strike, but the second one caught him, slicing across his cheek. He winces as blood slips from his face, and I smiled, knowing that even as a wolf, this deep scar would take time to heal.

Henry, my Beta, has always been my training partner. He’s the only one who comes even a little close to my level. I mean very little. That’s why he’s the only one I bother paring with during morning training.

Before I knew it, Henry lunged at me, slicing his sword downward. I shifted to the side, avoiding his blade just in time. He still doesn't’t stop. He swung again, this time aiming for my ribs but I was fast enough to block it with my sword and the clash of metal filled the whole air.

Still not backing down, he lifted his leg and kicked toward my stomach. I tumbled sideways, dodging him with ease.

I let out a low, deadly laugh. “Oh! So he’s serious today?”

My wolf, Lorenzo, chuckled in my head. “Glad to see him trying too hard.” he whispered.

Before I knew it, His sword pierced slightly on my arm, pushing blood out of my skin. The pain quickly sparked through me, fueling some rage.

"Impressive," my wolf hummed. “But now he has to pay.”

I glanced down at the wound. It was already starting to heal, but the sight of my own blood made something dark awaken in me.

With a swift move, I lunged at him, striking my sword against his abdomen. He barely had time to block before I landed a hard kick to his feet. He stumbles backward, trying to regain balance, but I didn't let him. I swung again, and this time, I landed a solid hit on his shoulder, making him groan in pain.

I moved fast, pushing him back with each hit. He tried hard to keep up, but his defense was getting weaker. I faked a high attack, and when he raised his sword to block, I spun around and hit him in the ribs with my elbow.

He fell hard to the ground.

A victorious smile spreads across my face, while my wolf, Lorenzo, chuckles in my head. "Bold of him to think he had a chance today," he mocked.

Henry lies on the ground, breathing hard. His eyes says he wants to keep fighting, but his body refused to move. Should I pity him?

I landed a kick on his stomach, then his chest, then his face, making sure he won’t be getting up anytime soon.

“Weakling,” I muttered, even though I admitted he fought so well today.

No one dares to challenge Alpha Matteo and win. I already told you, I have killed more than 200,000 wolves. And that number doesn’t even include the humans who get unlucky when our attacks spill into their world.

My father started training me when I was four. By seven, I was already handling a sword perfectly. By nine, I was leading wars, fighting popular stronger men and never even for once lost to them.

I turned towards my pack members only to see them attacking and defending fiercely, not caring where their swords lands. Well, this is war, and one tag during war is that, either you kill or you get killed.

I tossed my knife to one of my guards and turned away, moving towards the suite where my concubines lived.

Yes, I have three hundred of them. Some were taken from this pack. Others were from the enemy packs we conquered and every one of them only exists for my pleasure.

As I stepped into their quarters, soft moans greeted me. They were already touching themselves, putting on a show just from the sight of me. Some even stretched out their hands, begging to be chosen.

This always happened whenever they saw me bare-chested

“Desperate sluts,” I scoffed under my breath, climbing the stairs.

As soon as i walked into a room where I believed the best-looking ones might be, My guards stayed outside, closing the door behind me.

Surprisingly, immediately I stepped in, my wolf Lorenzo growled loudly inside my head..

Lately, he has been acting strange. snapping, grumbling, even turning silent every time I tried to enjoy myself the usual way.

I smirked, ignoring him. That was his business, not mine. I live my life the way I want. And forever, I will keep believing women are like cabbage. Get them with your power, use them to your satisfaction and trash them away.

I sat on one of the soft beds, and like always, the women gave me space while posing seductively, hoping I’d pick them.

Normally, I don’t come here. I just send my guards to fetch whoever I feel like using. But for the last few weeks, I kind of felt odd doing the same, since the girl I bought was now staying in a room very close to mine.

I let out a sigh, glancing around the room. Pink bed, White duvet, Shiny pink marble floors, Bright walls, And a White curtains that danced in the wind.

For some reasons, I always make sure my workers give the best to these whores even though they're just made to serve me no matter the cost.

I laid my eyes back towards them, taking in their sizes and features. Just when I was about to make some selections, a thought suddenly creeped to my mind.

I think the best thing to do right now is to find a way to get the girl out of her room, if I really want to ride on this whores in my usual pleasurable rough way without being interrupted.