Chapter 210
Xavier’s POV
Though I have Alpha bloodlines, unlike the warriors in my pack, I never enjoyed fighting. I’ve always preferred performing. In fictional storylines, I found my most authentic self. In real life, I couldn’t cry, couldn’t get angry, couldn’t love freely- but on stage, I could do anything.
Acting lets people escape reality, giving countless opportunities to experience life anew. For some, it’s healing. For others, it’s freedom.
My parents died when I was very young. My brother Damon was thirteen years older, so he took on the role of my father. Damon was once the Alpha of The Solmar Pack. I should clarify that the Silverscreen Pack was formerly called Solmar
Pack.
Damon was an Alpha worthy of everyone’s respect. He had business acumen and immense strength, but most importantly, he possessed a kind and accepting heart.
Because of my Alpha bloodline, I attended an Alpha boarding school from a young age. I was fifteen when I first tried to establish a drama club at school. The auditorium had been abandoned for years, collecting dust while the sports facilities received constant upgrades. I spent weeks cleaning it myself, putting up flyers around campus, hoping to recruit like-
minded students.
One afternoon as I was arranging chairs on the small stage, six senior boys entered the auditorium. Jackson, their leader, was the son of an influential Alpha with connections throughout the werewolf world.
“Look what we found, guys,” Jackson announced, his voice echoing. “A little pussy playing with his dolls.”
The others laughed, circling around the stage like wolves cornering prey. I stood my ground, trying to appear unaffected.
“I’m starting a drama club,” I said calmly. “You’re welcome to join if you’re interested.”
This only made them laugh harder. Jackson jumped onto the stage, invading my personal space.
“Drama is for women and faggots,” he spat, his face inches from mine. “Not for future Alphas. What would your brother
think if he saw you now?”
I felt my face burn. “My brother supports whatever makes me happy.”
“Bullshit,” Jackson snarled. “No real Alpha would want a pussy for a brother.”
Before I could respond, two of them grabbed my arms. I struggled, but they were stronger, older, and there were six of
them against just me.
“Maybe he wants to be a girl,” another boy suggested with a cruel smile. “Let’s help him out.”
They dragged me backstage where the old costumes were stored. I fought hard, landing a solid punch on one boy’s jaw, but Jackson hit me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
“Hold him down,” Jackson ordered
Four of them pinned me to the floor while Jackson and another senior rummaged through costume racks. They returned
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with a frilly pink dress, their faces twisted with malicious excitement.
Strip him, Jackson commanded.
1 thrashed wildly as they tore at my clothes, but they just laughed and held me tighter. One of them had his phone out, recording everything.
“Stop! Get off me!” I shouted, feeling tears of rage and humiliation burning behind my eyes.
They stripped me to my underwear, forcing the dress over my head. Jackson grabbed my hair, yanking my head back to
look at the camera.
“Smile for your fans, princess!”
The senior holding the phone zoomed in on my face. “This is going to the whole school. Your brother’s pack will love seeing their future Alpha playing dress–up.”
Something in me snapped. I wasn’t just fighting for my dignity anymore–I was fighting for Damon, for everything he had done for me. With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I twisted free enough to reach the senior closest to me. My fingers found his throat, and I dug in deep. Blood spurted, warm and shocking, as my claws emerged for the first time, tearing through his flesh.
The room erupted in chaos. The boy clutched his throat, screaming, while the others backed away in horror. Only Jackson remained, his face contorted with rage.
“You fucking psycho!” he shouted. “You could have killed him!”
Teachers rushed in moments later, finding me still in the dress, covered in blood, with one student bleeding profusely from the neck. In the confusion that followed, their story became the official version: I had attacked unprovoked, a dangerous, unstable Alpha who couldn’t control his aggression.
The school administration confined me to isolation. They called Damon immediately, citing my “violent outburst” and “unprovoked attack” on fellow students.
When Damon arrived, his face was grim but not angry. Once we were alone in the headmaster’s office, he simply asked, “What really happened, Xavier?”
“I want to leave this school,” I said, voice trembling. “I didn’t bully anyone.”
Damon placed his hand on my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. “I believe you. I know you’re not a brutal, stupid teenager. So tell me everything, okay? Trust me. I’ll make this right.”
I told him everything, from my plans for the drama club to the humiliation and assault, to my desperate defense. I couldn’t meet his eyes, afraid of seeing disappointment.
Instead, Damon’s voice was steady and proud. “Pursuing your dreams is what makes a real man, regardless of what those dreams are. They all deserve respect.”
My brother handled those boys who bullied me. I never learned exactly what he did, but none of them ever looked me in the eye again. That Christmas, Damon gave me a special gift: a chance to play a small role in a movie.
That’s how I started my acting career, eventually becoming a moderately famous film star. I spent more time filming with humans than training with werewolf warriors.
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