Entitled Spoiled Alpha
The Next Morning – Training Field
Elina arrived early, already stretching when Damon stepped onto the training ground. Their eyes met for a brief second—too brief—and both instantly looked away.
Neither spoke of the kiss, or acknowledge the tension twisting between them.
They just… train hard.
Damon threw himself into every drill with unusual sharpness, muscles tensed, jaw clenched.
Elina matched him strike for strike, refusing to let her emotions distract her.
The others in the yard watched in awe. They had never seen the two of them this competitive before.
It was almost as if they were fighting their feelings instead of each other.
When Lucian finally dismissed everyone, Damon immediately grabbed his towel, slung it around his neck, and headed straight for the exit as if chased by a wolf.
Elina narrowed her eyes. “Oh no you don’t.”
She jogged after him, catching up within seconds. She jumped in front of him and blocked his path.
“Damon!” she called sharply. He froze.
She planted her hands on her hips.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
“A-Avoiding?” he stuttered, eyes darting everywhere except her face.
“I’m not avoiding you. Why would I avoid you? That’s ridiculous.”
Elina stared at him. He stared at the ground.
Then— She burst out laughing.
“You’re such a terrible liar!”
Damon shot her a glare, cheeks slightly pink. “Oh, shut up,” he muttered, but his lips twitched.
She stepped closer, poking his forehead.
“You can’t even look me in the eye.”
“I can,” he snapped, lifting his head too fast.
His eyes met hers —then darted away again.
Elina laughed harder. “You are avoiding me!”
Damon huffed, flustered.
“I swear, Elina, if you don’t stop laughing—”
“What?” she teased. “You’ll run away again?”
He scoffed. “No. I’ll hit you.”
“You won’t.”
“Try me.”
She grinned, shoved his chest lightly— and then sprinted toward the kitchens.
“HEY!” Damon shouted.
She didn’t stop.
“Catch me if you can!”
“Oh, I’ll catch you!” he yelled, already chasing her.
“And when I do, you’re DEAD, Elina!”
Her laughter echoed down the hallway.
His followed close behind.
Their footsteps thundered through the corridors, playful and breathless.
Servants stepped aside, shaking their heads with fond smiles.
By the time they disappeared around the corner, something had changed. The awkwardness was gone. For a moment, it was as if nothing had ever happened between them… Even though both of them still felt the spark burning beneath their skin.
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Meanwhile in Dam-Nighade Pack
Matt had just stepped out of Theo’s chamber, the Alpha’s latest instructions still echoing in his mind, when a sudden clatter from the east wing drew his attention.
A second sound followed—sharper, a choked scream of panic.
He froze mid-step , his ear on alert. The sound was coming from Lambert’s wing.
Another muffled cry. A heavy thud.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Matt’s body tightened as he quickly strode down the hallway, every instinct inside him was on alert.
He turned the corner just in time to see a young maid stumble out of Lambert’s chamber.
She nearly fell to the floor, clutching her face. One side of her cheek was red and swollen. Tears streamed down her chin.
A silver tray slid from her shaking hands and crashed on the floor beside her, bowls and cutlery scattering.
Matt instantly moved to her side.
“Hey—what happened? Who did this to you?” he demanded softly, but firmly.
The maid looked up at him—then instantly dropped to her knees in terror.
“I’m s-sorry, Beta Matt! P-please forgive me! I didn’t mean to make him angry—I didn’t mean it—please don’t punish me—!”
Her entire body trembled so hard that Matt felt fury coil in his gut.
“Punish you?” he echoed in disbelief. “Why would I—”
But another sound cut him off.
A muffled cry of pain and it was coming from inside Lambert’s room.
Matt’s eyes snapped to the doorway.
He didn’t wait another second. He pushed past the kneeling maid and rushed inside —and stopped, shock freezing him for one breath.
Lambert had another maid— both hands tied upright beside the window, her exposed ass facing him while he was thrust fast into her. She was terrified, humiliated, cheeks wet with tears, pleading for him to stop. But each pleading only made him bump faster into her.
Lambert barely spared her pain a glance. "Be quiet, you worthless piece of trash! You should be grateful that an Alpha is fucking your worthless cunt" He pulled her hair and thrust deeper.
When Lambert saw Matt enter, his grin widened into something ugly.
“Oh, Beta Matt,” he drawled, continuing calmly as if nothing wrong was happening. “Training the new maids is exhausting. She should be grateful I’m even paying attention to her.”
Matt’s entire body tensed, anger radiating like heat.
“Lambert,” he said slowly, dangerously, “release her. Now.” Lambert ignored him.
Matt took one step forward. His Beta aura snapped through the room, cold and suffocating.
“Lambert,” he repeated, voice dropping to a lethal calm, “Release. Her.”
Lambert stiffened at the shift in power. His smirk faltered, he growled under his breath. Sharply he threw the maid away from him with an annoyed grunt, smacking her ass hard enough to make her stumble.
“Get out,” he barked.
The maid fled, putting her clothes down while sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.
The door slammed behind her, and the silence was deadly.
Then Lambert straightened his clothes, frown then glared at Matt as if he were the problem here.
“You want to explain yourself?” Matt asked tightly.
“What do you want?” Lambert snapped. “She’s just a useless maid. If she cries while been fucked, that’s her fault. She should learn how to obey an Alpha quietly.”
Matt just stared at him, ice-cold fury tightening every muscle in his frame.
“Enough.” Matt stepped closer.
“What you did was disgraceful, and punishable. You may be the future Alpha, but that does not excuse cruelty or ruining someone’s life.”
Lambert scoffed, waving him off.
“Oh please. You’re acting like I killed someone. I only taught her a lesson. Maybe now she’ll learn to listen—”
“Enough.” Matt stepped closer, jaw tight.
“You don’t understand what you’ve done,” he said sharply.
“You ruined that girl. A young she-wolf who hasn’t found her mate yet—do you know what this means for her future? For her dignity? For her chance at anything?”
Lambert rolled his eyes. “Why should I care? They’re all beneath me.”
Matt’s breath shook with controlled rage.
“You may be the future Alpha,” he said, voice chilling, “but that does NOT make you above morality, decency. Or responsibility.”
Lambert glared.
Then his lip curled in disdain.
“You talk too much,” he hissed.
“You’re just a Beta. YOU answer to me. Not the other way around.”
Matt went dead still. He stepped so close Lambert had to tilt his chin up to meet his gaze.
“A future Alpha who is weak,” Matt said quietly, “spoiled, arrogant… and incapable of controlling himself—”
Lambert’s eyes flickered in unease.
“—is not someone I can ever follow.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Lambert’s face turned crimson with fury.
Matt didn’t give him the chance to reply.
He turned around and walked out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
Inside, Lambert let out a furious scream.
He grabbed anything within reach—books, ornaments, even the chair near his desk—and flung them across the room, smashing them against the walls.
His breath came out in ragged growls.
Humiliation. Rage. The sting of being challenged.
Snarling, Lambert stormed out of his chamber, fists clenched, and marched straight toward his mother’s room—his spoiled entitlement burning with the need for revenge.