The Alpha’s Broken Rogue

Her eyes shut as she was trying to comprehend things. Her lonely, lifeless eyes stared at the creature whom she didn't recognize. The burning sensation that was caused by the flame of the torch was blinding and irritating her. Suddenly, her killer instinct kicked in. Just like the other insects and pests whom she had associated with for the last nineteen years of her life, she quickly crawled to the dirty floor and squeaked furiously. She was acting like a rat that ran around and angrily jumped and hissing, trying to protect herself from the sudden intruders, not just herself but also her beloved territory.

“Everyone, back down!” the man in the torch yelled to his fellow warrior who was ready to advance. When some of the warriors saw her, immediately stopped and began fervently thinking, mostly running like cowardly chickens. Running their way out with balls curled up. She then tilted her head upon seeing their reactions. She was afraid, yet she was wondering why this weird creature looked more terrified than her. They look weird in her sight, for the reason that they don't crawl or lick themselves. Even the smell of them is giving her wonders and pure bliss. Thinking that they might be here to play with her, her mood quickly elated. She then started wagging her tail like she had one. Her whole body was shaking together with her so-called fur—the tangled hair and dirt. It is most likely a tangled matter with a disgusting odor. An odor coming from accumulated fecals, dirt, and mud. Her smiling face was even terrifying if shown and uncovered.

“Call Alpha Kaylon. Clearly, I didn't know what to do with this strange creature. It's the weirdest being I've ever seen my whole dämn life.” The man's brows furrowed as he was trying to figure out what he was looking at. He was looking at her full of disgust. Not even trying to hide his bothered churning breathing.

Her bony and ugly appearance was striking hard. Her dirty long curly hair that was covered with hardened mud looked heavier than her body. Even her prominent cheekbone was showing and resembled the face of a bat. Surely, she looks more terrifying than a normal wild animal or beast. An out of this world of physics to be precise. Everything was now visible when she waived her hair.

“Hisss!” She couldn't help but greet him. She extended her little hand, which was protected with heavy, sharp, and slightly curved dirty nails. She was anticipating looking for a nose rub to rub, but she didn't expect her visitor's response. With her crooked discolored nails, she was even determined to be friendly. As possible as she could. As polite as she can be.

“Shït!” The man jumped again, trying to avoid the creature's deadly yet brittle claws. Who would have thought that the huge and brave warrior was afraid to get his skin scratched? He tried to swallow the built-up saliva in his mouth, for if he didn't do it, he would shamelessly puke anytime. They were suffering not just from her looks but also because of her scorching smell. The girl wasn't aware of any of it. All she wanted was to be good and friends with them. Just like the warriors who were wary of her, they weren't aware she was trying to be friendly.

“Shït, bro. This creature looks so much more horrifying than the ugly creatures I fought before! Even more disgustingly smelly than a cat's litter and Samon’s boots!” the other man yelled as he was trying to scare her with the torch. The man aggressively nudged his torch —making its fire look even bigger. A typical way of scaring animals away.

“I wish I could compel that beast right now,” someone says before peeking at her again.

“You aren't a purebred, bro. So, you wish. Only Alpha Kaylon could do that,” said the elegant one while leaning on the old dusty wall. The stairs are a little small for them, which resulted in them squeezing each other like food in a rusty can. Not to mention their bulky bodies squeezing harder.

“I should go out so you can all have a bigger space.” The man moved and was about to turn away.

“Shut up! Keep watching and stop being a coward. Min will be here anytime soon,” said the leader and tapped his man's shoulder.

Bal unintentionally smiled. She was entertained by the way they were acting. She could compare them to her mice friend who always brings her rotten animal flesh so she can feed. They also played around to keep her entertained. She does not have any idea that the people in front of her were terrified as hëll.

Being undeniably extra happy after a long-long time, she took the magot's rotten meat and tried to hand them the portion of her meal. She smiled again, showing off her black and heavy tart teeth. She then tilted her head, flapping her long dried eyelashes which were also covered with matter.

“Oh, God!” exclaimed the others. The warrior’s facial expressions are giving away freely like an open book.

“I can no longer hold it!” The man's face was turning red as his last meal was pouring out of his mouth. He could hardly even speak, trying to catch his breath. He was trying to shoo her away while banging his chest violently. His stinky puked was all over his feet and on the stairs. Making the air around them even worse and contaminates.

“Ah! God! Shït!” All three of them screamed while looking at her with wide eyes open. The warrior who puked earlier couldn't help but throw up again. But this time, nothing came out from his mouth except that he was gagging.

The girl put the rotten meat on the floor just next to them and started to lick the man's puke. Her face lit up and formed a satisfied smile upon tasting the man's puke. With her understanding, she mistook it as a gift. A warm and welcoming gift.

“Oh! God! I can no longer stand it,” said the big man, and quickly rushed outside, leaving the heavy wooden door with a metal frame ajar.

Seeing the bulky warrior running, the two men who remained watchers outside the door started running away fast too.

While their comrade was running away, the two guys who were left underground exchanged glances and began running outside as fast as they could. Like they were being mercilessly chased.

On the other hand, the girl, who was in a curious state, slowly stood up trying to mimic her visitor's act and way of mobilizing themselves earlier. When she realized that she could do it too, she was ecstatic! She walked around and couldn't believe her eyes that she had discovered a new way of moving aside from crawling. She even stomped on the floor and was grateful to them. She wanted to say thank you. So, she sat on the floor and was waiting for them to come back. But to her dismay, she can no longer sense or smell them. Like the floor had swallowed them all.