The Alpha Hates Me novel Chapter 4

Ambrose POV

My father used to tell me I was different than all the other wolves in the pack.

When I was a kid, I thought it was just something he would say to make me feel special, but as I grew up, I realized he meant it. My father never said things he didn't mean.

I was, indeed, different.

When I reached puberty, I felt powers growing inside me. It was not the kind of powers typical werewolves had. It was stronger, something darker.

I realized I could run faster than my brothers. And I was more agile in the battlefield. So when I fought with others, I was almost invincible.

When I turned fifteen, I began to read minds.

At first, I didn't think much of it. We werewolves can link our minds and communicate telepathically, so reading their minds was nothing out of the ordinary. Until one day, I started to communicate with other animals too. And eventually, I figured out how to control their actions using my mind.

My father told me to keep it a secret from my pack members and not to use my powers often. I was not a normal wolf, he said. He told me I needed to blend in and keep my special powers under control until I became the next Alpha.

I kept my promise for the most part, but it was fun to control people into doing anything for me once in a while. I could control just about anything or anyone.

Except for this irritating human in front of me.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get inside her mind and get her to say what I wanted. It was as if she had some kind of invisible shield in her brain.

Maybe I was just having a bad day.

When my father decided my future wife would be a human, I didn't know what to expect. I've never liked humans. They were simply useless to me.

Sure, they have advanced in technology and were able to use it to their advantage sometimes, but biologically, they were inferior to us. Without weapons, they were nothing, and our wolves could easily tear them to pieces. So why would I want anything to do with them!

And when I found out I was about to marry that same annoying girl from the locker room, it pissed me off even more, but I tried my best to hide my true feelings.

But even though annoying, she was kind of cute. Her head full of blonde hair framed her face perfectly. She had dark brown eyes along with a cute button nose and plump lips. She was tiny, no more than five foot one. I could crush her in my arms anytime I wanted.

She didn't have an ounce of fear in her eyes when she spoke to me. And that smart mouth of hers...

I'd have to teach her a lesson later.

For now, I needed to focus. I will do everything my father asks, but I'll make sure I become the ultimate ruler when my time comes.

"So, what's your plan after the graduation, Ambrose?" Analyn's father asked at the dinner table.

It took me a few seconds to realize that he was asking about what day job I'd be getting. Technically, the werewolves didn't have to work as we had generations of wealth inherited from our forefathers.

However, since they are trying to blend in with human society, some of them decided to use their wealth of knowledge to get good jobs. My father is a well-known surgeon and he expects me to have a career too. However, I had other plans. I would be too busy taking over the world to worry about some measly job.

"I am going to be an elementary school principal," I said with a straight face. This will do for now.

"Pfffttt!"

We all turned to Ana as she almost choked on her coca-cola while trying to suppress her laughter. Is the mere thought of me being a school principal that ridiculous to her?

"What's so funny?" I growled.

"N...nothing. You just don't seem like the kind of person who likes to be around children," Ana said.

She wasn't too far off.

"Alright, fine. What I really want to do is become a vet because I love animals," I said. I wasn't entirely lying. I can speak to animals, so it would be a better-suited job if I ever needed to work.

"That's an excellent goal," Analyn's father beamed.

I looked at her. She wasn't saying much during the dinner. Maybe she was still angry about me for not freeing her from this marriage.

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