Alpha Nox by Jane Doe

Chapter 3

The Mess Hall had just a tad bit more personality than the barracks, but not much. If I wasn’t constantly

on alert, I might’ve even liked sitting in there, surrounded by the floor-to-ceiling windows and cushy

booths that gave the same relaxing feel as a restaurant.

As soon as I’m within sniffing distance, I notice something’s off.

Trainee’s and the occasional Trainer are all showing up for lunch, but there’s a pulse of electrifying

excitement in the air that ripples along my skin and fills my mouth with the tang of metal. Outside of the

Mess Hall, lingering around the bulletin board where all of the camp’s announcements are posted, were

groups of trainees in private conversations. Heads were hunched and whispers were exchanged, but

no eyes trailed my way.

“I’ll take some of the lasagna.” I said as sweetly as I could manage, even more starving after waiting

fifteen minutes in line.

The lunch lady peeled her mustached lip back in a sneer. I let my bullshit sweet act drop, giving her a

flat stare that was very much a threat, though I doubt she’d pick up on it.

Darlene wasn’t known for being smart.

“Can’t have that.”

I exhaled sharply through my nose. “A burger then.”

“Nope, try again.”

“Sweet and sour chicken.”

“Nuh uh.” She shook her head.

“Then what can I have, Darlene?” I asked, grinding my molars together.

Darlene, being the sweetheart she was, let out a wet cough inches from my face and spun around. She

waddled somewhere across the kitchens, then waddled back with a saran wrapped tray in her hands.

“Here you go.” She smirked, the wrinkles on the left side of her face becoming more prominent.

“Sandwich is past its date, not that it matters. Eat up.”

Staring down at the pathetic sandwich with it’s two slices of lunch meat, the bruised apple, and milk

carton, an explosion of frustration began to boil my blood. I clenched my fists, snatching the tray off the

metal track. If looks could kill, the glare I was giving Darlene would stop her damn heart.

I couldn’t help myself. Really, I couldn’t.

I leaned in and bared my teeth in a smile that made my face ache.

“You’ve got a lot of lip for a fucking lunch lady. Wait until I find out where you sleep at night, Darlene.

Just wait.”

Darlene wasn’t as dimwitted as the other servants insisted she was because she had the common

sense to be afraid. It was hidden well behind her wall of wrinkled skin, but I caught it in her dull as

dishwater eyes anyway.

“Next!” She rasped, her voice cracking as she ushered the next person in line forward.

“Bitch.” I hissed under my breath and scurried off to find somewhere private to inhale my food.

The furthest corner of the Mess Hall is where I chose to eat my lunch. It was far enough away from the

crowd, and I’d be able to see anyone that dared approach. Even better, there was an exit just a couple

of feet away, which meant I could haul ass if needed.

The bread on the sandwich was definitely stale, but I didn’t see any mold, which meant it was good

enough. Eating around the browned parts of the apple, I lifted the carton of milk to my mouth and

recoiled the second the chunky liquid hit my lips.

It wasn’t just expired; it was cottage cheese level expired.

I got the hell out of there fast after that, washing my mouth out using the water fountain just outside the

doors. While I was bent over, straining my ears for anyone that dared to approach, I heard a group of

female trainer’s giggling.

“It’s a grand celebration, Cindy.” One tittered.

Another chimed in, sighing dramatically. “One where there’s a chance to become a Luna—an actual

Luna. Ugh, I just can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I. Between us three, I’d pick being a Luna over this shit any day of the week.” A third

groaned, lowering her voice. “Apparently, the Head Trainer’s are talking about moving the Circuit to the

Midnight Falls pack so we can make the ball in time.”

Every other sound, from the birds cawing in the treetops, to the chattering of the trainee’s, evaporated

into thin air. The only sound that was left, whispering in my ears like the heavy swipe of a razor blade,

was those two words.

I never thought I’d hear them again.

Midnight Falls.

Home.

It took a few minutes, but the second there was an opening in the crowd, I crept over to the bulletin

board. My heart hammered with each step I took, and for the first time in four years, staying

hypervigilant became difficult. The only thing I seemed able to focus on was the blue pastel paper

nailed to the bulletin board, swaying in the chilly breeze.

Digging my toes into the dirt, I scoured the page from top-to-bottom.

Dead center, in bold font, were the words, “Mate Ball.”

As interesting as they were, they paled in comparison to what came next, to the name that stuck out

the same way the stars lit up the sky. My mouth moved with every syllable, stopping at that name—the

name I refused to utter aloud, even after four long years.

“Newly appointed Alpha Nox Griffin is in search of his mate and requires all unmated she-wolves to

attend this grand celebration. Upon identifying his mate, the she-wolf will be excused from all duties,

responsibilities, and legally binding contracts, to take her place at Alpha Nox Griffin’s side as Luna of

the Midnight Falls Pack.”

An idea, a beautifully twisted idea, came to life inside my brain. With it came a thin, rubbery smile that

slashed itself across my face, weeping blood the way everyone who wronged me would soon be.

Finally, after all this time, I had found my one-way ticket out of here.

Watch out, Nox.

I’m coming for you.

All week I waited for Harriet’s call, for her deep voice to echo across the entire camp like a banshee’s

shrill scream. The ground would quake, buildings would fall and crumble. Trainees would scatter,

running for their lives as—

Alright, I was being a bit dramatic, but I’d definitely earned it. This was the first and only opportunity to

present itself in four years and with each day that passed I became increasingly paranoid that the

chance would slip through my fingers. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“You want me to put the snakes back into the barrels?” I deadpanned.

One small slip up, one twitch of a single facial muscle and Harriet wouldn’t hesitate to lay into my ass.

Any other time I wouldn’t give two shits about pissing her off, but I needed to be on whatever smidgen

of a good side Harriet had.

She whipped around, her greasy ponytail stiff as she did so. “Did I stutter, worm? You having a hard

time understanding English now?”

Grinding my teeth, but not hard enough for my jaw to clench, I shook my head. “No, ma’am. I just

wanted to make sure I heard you correctly.”

Considering she didn’t deck me right away meant she was definitely neck deep in work. I planned to

use that to my advantage.

“The lot of us will be leaving for the Midnight Falls Pack by the end of the week. I expect you to be on

your best behavior while we’re gone. You understand, worm?” She drawled, giving me the opening I’d

been waiting for.

“I was actually wondering if I might go as well.”

Harriet threw back her head of greasy hair and laughed, spewing her onion breath like a geyser of pure

nastiness. If only she knew how predictable she was, and how dangerous of a quality it was for a

warrior to have. The urge to hurt her, to sink my teeth into her and use my ability to make her scream

was strong, but I had to remain cold and diplomatic or else I’d never get what I wanted.

“You think I don’t know what pack you come from, worm? I know the new Alpha’s father is the one that

sent you here. You think you’ll waltz in there and show him up? You think you will be his mate?” She

rasped, barking out another slew of laughter.

“Will you be helping the other servants set things up for the Circuit, ma’am? You know how slow they

are. It took Annie two days to set up the first half of spike wall. I had my half up and running in an hour.”

I shrugged nonchalantly, ignoring the flare of her nostrils and flash of heat in her mud puddle eyes.

“With the other servants doing things up, you’ll need another three months before everything’s ready.”

Harriet’s thin lips puckered, and from the silence that spanned between us, I knew well enough that she

was deep in thought. Her eyes narrowed and victory flared in my chest.

“I’ll let you come, but on one condition.” She drawled, and from the smug tilt to her lips, I knew this

condition of hers was going to be a good one.

Sure enough, she planted her hands on her hips and said haughtily, “If you can pack everything up for

the Circuit by the end of this week, I’ll grant you permission to come. Mr. Striker was already furious

enough that we’d have to cut out some of the obstacles this year, but if you can manage the workload,

we won’t have to make any cuts. Think you’re up to the task, worm?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m very much up to the task.” I turned to leave when she called out to me.

“One last thing. Don’t think you’re going anywhere near that ball because you’re not.”

Delphine’s head snapped up from her desk the second I busted into the examination room. My

shoulder stung a bit from slamming into the door, but pain was an afterthought to the sheer excitement

I felt.

The way her eyes flickered, darting around the space that spanned my body, told me she was looking

at my aura.

Her lips parted in shock. “Your aura is full of color, just like a sunset. You’re happy, aren’t you? Who did

you kill?”

Aura reading wasn’t a cut and dry ability, apparently. Not only did the colors mean a variety of different

things, but the amount, shade, and the way it moved all came into play. Once, she’d told me about

Phineas Striker’s aura and how it had been almost entirely green. Typically, a green aura might mean

luck, healing, or wealth, but Delphine had said that the shade of green reminded her of mildew and wet

dollar bills. As for myself, I didn’t need to see his aura to know he was as greedy and vicious as they

come.

Planting my hands on my hips, I flashed her a victorious smile and said, “I didn’t kill anyone, yet. Guess

what, though? I’ve got a way for you to help get the hell out of this place.” I waggled my eyebrows at

her. “You in?”

After a quick run-down of my plan, Delphine sat back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest,

mulling things over.

“That’s all you want from me? Are you sure?” She frowned, confusion evident on her face.

“That’s it. No muss, no fuss.” I clapped once, then spread my hands. “Think of it this way, Delphine. If

you get caught, you’ll get fired instead of murdered. Isn’t that a plus?”

“Lilac, you’ve got your ‘I’m going to murder someone’ smile on and it’s freaking me out a little bit.” She

huffed. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, Lilac. You know I care about you like a little sister, but…I

feel like by agreeing to help you, I’m letting a monster out of its cage. Just promise me you won’t go on

a killing spree and hurt innocent people.”

My grin turned positively savage. I leaned forward and patted the top of her hand gingerly.

“I promise, Delphine. You have nothing to worry about. There’s nothing innocent about the people I’m

going to hurt.”

I went for the servants with the most muscle and motivation, the one’s I could easily bribe into lending a

hand.

Nathan wanted a pack of cigarettes. Annie was desperate for a break from being the resident fuck toy,

Derek needed another toothbrush (he wasn’t the only one), Cecil requested a hot meal once a day—

On and on the list went. Some were harder than others, like the new set of clothes Chyna demanded,

while others were downright impossible.

“It’s not going to happen. There’s no way in hell I can help you escape.” I, very much exasperated after

the week I’ve had, told the servant who had followed me into the forest, all the way to the snake pit.

I bit my lip, staring at the muscular, dark-skinned servant that had asked for my aid in his escape. It

was a tough call. The guy had that guarded look in his eye that I knew so well. It had been in my own

once, the stare of an animal slowly turning rabid.

He had strength to him, though. His body was stacked with muscle, taut with a six pack one only saw

on the warriors here. I knew all of the servants at camp, and this one had only been here for ten

months.

After taking one look at him, I knew why he was so well fed.

It wasn’t only the male warriors that enjoyed having a servant warm their bed. While I’d judge the

trainees to hell and back, I knew what it was like to do anything to survive. I didn’t blame this guy for

doing what he had to do—for using his body to get the things he needed. Too bad it couldn’t offer him

an escape.

The servant guy wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm and leveled me with a

knowing look. “Look, I got a sister in the Midnight Falls pack, alright? I know you’re not trying to go

there on some whack ass vacation. She’ll help us both, hide us where no one will think of looking.”

I felt no sympathy for him, not even a speck. Sacrificing my soul and everything good about myself was

a necessity to survive in this place, but one thing I did value was revenge.

And this guy, he was craving it.

“What’s your name?” I asked him.

“Hakeem Wilson.” He replied, then fell silent.

The fact that he used his last name was important. Servants forfeited their last name once they

stepped foot into camp. We relinquished all ties to our family, to the world we had come from. In doing

so, we were accepting that we were vermin, beneath even the lowest of Werewolves.

The sun’s light dimmed as it drifted below the tree line. Streams of gold peeked through the foliage,

hitting Hakeem along the slope of his lifted cheekbones. There was something beautiful about the

searing look of vengeance and how it could both erase one’s humanity while also enhancing it.

Hakeem’s dark, smooth skin soaked up the rays of gold, reflecting them in his eyes and bringing out

their hidden wisps of color.

“I’m Lilac Einar.”

He didn’t blink as he said, “I know who you are.”

…and I know what you’ve done.

He didn’t say the words, but his tone alluded to them.

“You’re asking for my help in escaping knowing who I am. Are you insane, Hakeem? Has ten months

sapped all of your sanity?”

The left corner of his full lips lifted, drawing my eyes to the deep curve of his cupid’s bow.

“What if I said it has? What would that mean for you? You’ve been here longer than the others. Four

years if I’m not mistaken.” He drawled in a voice like melted honey, nothing like Harriet’s rasp. “How

insane does that make you?”

“Enough for me to agree to help you.” I smirked.

I’d made my decision, and although I had no clue how I’d pull it off, it felt almost nice to have a partner

in my revenge scheme—no matter how short lived it would be.