👑 Champ's POV 👑

My eyes snapped open before my alarm even had the chance to ring.

I silenced it instantly, heart pounding with anticipation.

This is it. The day I've been waiting for.

I had been so restless that I woke up even before my alarm. That's how eager I was for this moment. There was no doubt in my mind—I was going to be an Alpha. It was in my blood. My father was an Alpha, after all.

I was about to sit up, but for some reason, my body resisted.

Strange. My mind was alert, ready, buzzing with excitement. But my body... felt sluggish, heavy. Like it didn't want to move at all.

I frowned and glanced at the clock. 6:00 AM.

"Still early," I muttered to myself. "The certification centers probably aren't even open yet. Might as well sleep a little more... Happy birthday to me."

With a sigh, I reached for the blanket and pillow I had kicked onto the floor last night.

And then, something even stranger happened.

A chill ran through me, making me shiver.

That was odd. I never felt cold. But suddenly, I wanted warmth. Without thinking, I pulled the blanket around me, hugging my pillow tightly. The softness, the warmth—it felt too good.

My eyelids drooped, a lazy smile forming on my lips.

"Just a few more hours," I whispered to myself. "And then I'll hear the words... Congratulations, Champ. You are now a certified Alpha male. You can go celebrate."

A satisfied hum escaped me as I buried myself deeper under the covers, my dreams filled with visions of my new life.

Hours later, I found myself sitting in the waiting room of the certification center. My leg bounced impatiently, fingers tapping against my thigh.

The only thing keeping me sane was the fact that my uncle—Uncle Henry—was the specialist in charge of my evaluation.

Uncle Henry is my father's brother. However, unlike my father, he remained a Beta. He had chosen the quiet life of a specialist instead of serving under an Alpha leader. According to him, being under an Alpha meant becoming a pawn in their war for dominance. Betas were often sent to track down Omegas in heat and deliver them to their Alpha masters for breeding. If not that, they were foot soldiers—forced to fight and die in territorial battles.

But he wanted none of that.

He didn't want to serve. 

But for me, I wanted to rule.

I wanted a clan of my own—a vast territory under my command. I wanted Betas at my feet, following my orders without question. I wanted to be feared and respected.

That is what being an Alpha meant for me.

Uncle Henry didn't understand that. He preferred peace over power. But I? I was born for dominance.

As I waited, my eyes drifted to the ring on my left index finger.

My mother's ring.

A simple silver band—one my Alpha father had given me before he was murdered.

I had never met my Omega mother. Not even once. I had no idea what she looked like, who she was, or where she had gone.

But my father had always told me, "Your Omega mom is alive."

Even in his dying moments, he had looked me in the eyes and said:

"Find your mother, Champ. No matter what it takes. Your mother's ring will be the key to this mission."

He had told me that my mother's scent was embedded in the ring. That one day, I would be able to track my mother with it.

"Save your mother." he had said. "Become strong. Become an Alpha. The world above is far more dangerous than you can understand now. But one day, when you see the truth for yourself... everything will change."

I didn't understand what he meant back then. Maybe I still didn't.

But I knew one thing for certain.

I was going to become an Alpha.

And when I do, I would fulfil my father's dying wish.

I will find my Omega mother—no matter what it takes.

A Beta female nurse stepped into the waiting room, her expression professional yet pleasant.

"Mr. Champ, your certification and body reading are complete. Doctor Henry is ready to see you now," she informed me.

I grinned. "Thanks for taking care of me, Ms. Nurse."

I felt light—almost weightless. It was like a warm, pleasant buzz filled my chest. I was ready.

I was sure of it.

Today, I would be officially declared an Alpha.

Excitement surged through me as I stepped into my uncle's office.

Uncle Henry sat at his desk, fingers flying across his keyboard, his face set in a deep, unreadable expression. He didn't look up, didn't acknowledge me. He was focused, almost tense.

Not exactly the reaction I expected.

I pursed my lips and let out a sharp whistle to get his attention.

"Give me one more minute, Champ," he muttered without looking away from his screen. His tone was serious, but something about it... felt off.

"Alright, Uncle." I chuckled, deciding to glance around the room while I waited.

His office walls were decorated with anatomical diagrams—illustrations of Alpha male organs, Omega female biology, and even Beta physiology.

It was fascinating.

I had always been grateful that I had a family member who was a specialist in this field. Uncle Henry was the one who first encouraged me to start training like an Alpha as early as possible.

He was the one who told me that if I wanted to increase my chances of awakening as an Alpha, I had to train my body, act dominant, command respect.

So I did.

I trained relentlessly, sculpting my body, pushing myself harder than any Beta ever would. I made sure I was taller, stronger, and more intimidating than the average Beta male. Most Betas were barely 5'4", but I had already hit six feet thanks to my intense training.

And it worked. People already assumed I was an Alpha.

So today's results? They were just a formality.

Uncle Henry finally sighed and looked up at me.

"What are you feeling right now, Champ?" he asked.

"Hm... probably just hungry? I haven't eaten since I woke up. Too excited," I laughed.

Uncle Henry's face remained serious.

"Do you feel... light? Almost peaceful?" he pressed.

I shrugged. "Yeah. I guess that's normal, though. I mean, today's the day I find out I'm officially an Alpha. Of course, I feel great! Wanna grab a drink later? My treat!"

I smirked, expecting him to crack a smile. But his expression didn't change.

If anything, it darkened.

"What about this morning? When you woke up—did you feel cold?"

I blinked at the sudden question.

"Yeah, actually," I admitted. "Woke up around 6 AM and felt weirdly cold. But it's winter, so I didn't think much of it. My heater was on, but I guess it was just extra chilly."

"What did you do?"

"I ended up grabbing my blanket again," I said, scratching the back of my head. "And, uh... I hugged my pillow too. It felt... nice."

Uncle Henry exhaled sharply and nodded.

I frowned. Something about his reaction made my stomach twist.

Finally, he turned the laptop toward me.

"I double-checked everything—your bloodwork, DNA markers, and hormone levels. I needed to be sure." He took a deep breath, then said, "Take a look."

I leaned in, my eyes scanning the screen.