My Crush's Rival Made me an Alpha

Bargain

“You’re a werewolf now.”

The words hit him with such force that the world seemed to tilt. Wesley’s mind blanked…

‘Werewolf.’

‘Werewolf.’

His pulse spiked violently, panic surging up his spine as the word echoed in his mind. ‘Werewolf?’

He subconsciously stepped back, knees weak and sweat pooling on his forehead.

‘No! It can’t be…I’m not a-’ Wesley wanted to deny, but his brain betrayed him with a flood of memories that seemed to slap the denial out of him.

He remembered the wolf that’d attacked him last night. He remembered the bite, and how he’d woken up in a pool of his own blood just this morning—proof of how he’d been mortally wounded by that wolf. And strangely, he had no wounds on him.

As if-

As if he’d healed someway.

Wesley’s chest tightened painfully.

‘No.No, no-’

He sucked in a breath, ready to deny it still. Anything to escape the possibility of him being a werewolf. How could he believe that? It has to be a prank!

Wesley subconsciously looked at the girl to see if she meant what she said.

But she shook her head slowly and clicked her tongue.

“Don’t try to hide it.” She said.

She stepped away from him, turning to face the pond in the distance with her hands clasped behind her back like a commander surveying a battlefield.

“I can smell the scent of a werewolf on you.”

Wesley froze.

“S-smell…?” He muttered in confusion, not inquiry.

She turned her head, eyes glinting.

“Your scent. You smell like a werewolf now.” She paused, Wesley’s heart pounding rapidly. But she wasn’t done, “After all, I’m one too.” She added.

The world dropped out from under Wesley. He staggered back a step.

‘She’s a what?’ His heartbeat thundered violently and his throat tightened.

A cold, primal fear swept through his veins.

‘She is a werewolf! A real one!’ Wesley’s eyes widened at the girl. Standing right in front of him, for some reason, he had no doubts that she was lying.

He’d read many books. He knew the legends, the cursed folklore.

And in most of them, werewolves were savage, monstrous, and wild.

And right now… He was alone in the woods with one.

Wesley felt that her eyes that looked at him seemed sharper now.

Her presence felt predatory in a way that made something instinctive inside him recoil and lean forward at the same time.

He swallowed hard. And the girl seemed to notice.

“ Hahaha!” she laughed. It was a soft, airy, amused giggle that left Wesley disarmed.

“I didn’t expect your reaction to be ‘this’ dramatic.” She jeered.

Heat flooded Wesley’s cheeks; embarrassment mixing with fear.

Before he could respond, she walked toward him, steps slow and unthreatening.

“Calm down,” she said quietly. “If being a werewolf were as bad as you’re imagining, you wouldn’t be standing right now. You’d be tearing through campus, killing everyone.”

Wesley’s brows raised in realization, her words made sense.

Realizing it wasn’t as bad as it seems, Wesley sagged his shoulders slightly with the first breath of relief he’d had since meeting this girl. His worry and fear diminished with his sigh.

But now, a dozen questions rushed in to fill the space.

“So… I’m really a werewolf now?” Wesley’s voice cracked as he asked. The girl nodded, her face blank as if stating the obvious.

Wesley was silent for a moment, until he found his voice and asked, “…What does that even mean? What is it like to be a werewolf?”

The girl exhaled dramatically. “If you ask me, I’d say it’s nothing really special.” She waved a hand lazily and shrugged.

“Just extra strength, heightened senses… all the boring stuff.”

Then she stepped closer, too close, again. Her eyes pierced straight into Wesley’s, glinting with a hint of amused incitement. And with her voice dipped lower, she said:

“But for you? It will change ‘everything’.”

Wesley blinked.

“…Everything?” He asked, confused.

She nodded.

“Super strength, super speed, and genetic enhancement that’ll make you stronger and significantly hotter over time.”

“You, my dear, would become better than Ethan.” She finished with a sly smile.

Wesley’s breath caught. And like a gullible fan being sold the Hollywood dream, he questioned in interest. “Better?”

“Stronger. Faster. Hotter. And much more dominant...” She tilted her chin up confidently then, her gaze slid down him and back up with a slight, unimpressed squint. “Though… there’s a lot of work to do on you before that’ll ever happen.”

Wesley flushed again, unsure whether to feel insulted or terrified.

“What do you mean?” he asked. “What is all of this for?”

She lifted her chin proudly, and stepped even closer, now right beneath his chin, looking up at him with that eyes that left Wesley frigid. “ What I mean is, you’re joining the college hockey team.” She poked a finger at his chest.

It took a while for her words to register in Wesley’s mind as he was lost in her eyes. But when it did, he nearly choked on his own breath.

The hockey team?!

The sacred land of the big boys in college?

 The fort of the stars and the top class alpha males in college?

 Ethan’s kingdom?

Wesley stared at the girl like she was insane.

But before he could protest, she said:

“Relax. You’re a werewolf. Other than Ethan and maybe a couple of meatheads, no one on that team could touch you once you learn control.”

Wesley blinked, bewildered and almost choking on his disbelief.

Hearing her, a part of him wondered if it could be true.

Wesley was quite into hockey, he used to play in high school but he never was that big or good.

The girl must have sensed his interest, because she smirked and said, “You’ll see.”

Then her tone shifted into a lighter, almost mischievous one. “But more importantly…” She raised a finger and half-turned away from Wesley.

Wesley frowned, a part of him feeling the next words that’d come out of her mouth would give him stroke. And just then, she turned her face to look at him and said.

“We’re dating now.”

Wesley’s entire system short-circuited.

His jaw dropped and his lungs forgot air existed.

“W-what-?!” Wesley exclaimed, his head shot forward and eyes widened incredibly and all.

Bu she just rolled her eyes.

“Fake dating, obviously.”

“Not like a loser like you could ever be with me.” She added with a deadpan expression.

Oddly, that insult felt like relief to Wesley.

He exhaled shakily, heart almost bursting from the constant pounding.

Wesley frowned when he realized something. “…So this is all a revenge plan? Against Ethan and Emma?” He asked, voice skeptical. It made sense now that he thought about the whole ‘I’ll make you the hottest, most popular guy in school while we’re fake dating.’

And just as Wesley thought, for the first time since they met, the girl’s expression faltered and she hesitated.

Something flickered across her face. It wasn’t anger, not smugness, but something tight and uncomfortable.

Her arms folded around herself subtly, gaze drifting away.

Wesley’s stomach sank at this. It seems he’s hit something personal.

“Sorry,” he blurted quickly, hands lifting. “ I wasn’t trying to pry. I was just trying to understand what I’m getting myself into.”

The girl raised her gaze and blinked at him, genuinely surprised.

Then she looked away again, this time softer.

“…It’s fine.”

Silence stretched in this fragile moment.

Then she inhaled deeply and reset her posture, sliding her confidence back into place like a mask.

“Yes, it’s revenge. And from now on,” she said briskly, “you’ll hold my hand in public, kiss me if needed, and show up whenever I call.” She pointed a finger at him as she said.

“In return, I’ll make you an alpha. A star in this campus.”

Wesley felt something strange then...

Something akin to a tremor of awe, a crackle of fear, and a pull of fascination.

A pretty girl was offering him power, confidence, and transformation.

It felt like shaking hands with a devil wearing lip gloss, cosplaying angel.

He didn’t answer for a long time.

Not because he couldn’t. But because he didn’t know what “yes” would become.

But in the end, he raised his gaze and said:

“…I can’t promise I’ll be good at any of this.” He swallowed. “But… I’ll try.”

Hearing Wesley, the girl’s smile bloomed, bright, confident, dazzling, and slightly sinister.

The kind of smile that could ruin someone.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly.

“That’s my job.”