The Unwanted Alpha
The Cruel Novel
Finn
I… I can’t believe this is happening. Why is no one helping him?
Finn’s fingers trembled as he flipped another page of The Unwanted Child. On the screen of his tablet, the image of a tiny, malnourished boy named Ricky Wind stared back at him through the author’s words. Three years old. Alpha. Supposed to inherit wealth, power, and love—but instead, discarded, abused, ignored.
Finn
No… no, this isn’t fair. How can a father do this to his own son? And Lily… that woman… she’s terrible
Tears blurred his vision as he scrolled past the chapter where Ricky’s father, Jack, coldly handed him to his stepmother while Lily’s cruel smile left the boy trembling. His small hands, dirty and bruised, reached for love that would never come. Finn’s chest ached; he could feel the boy’s fear, the hunger, the desperate need for even a scrap of kindness.
Finn
I have to… I have to save him. Someone has to save him. And if it’s not me… who will?
He leaned back in his chair, voice quiet, trembling.
Finn had read thousands of novels, but none had touched him like this. The pain wasn’t distant or fictional—it reached into him, tugging at his adult mind and stirring a resolve he had never felt. He imagined stepping into the story, his own consciousness slipping into Ricky’s tiny body, seeing the world through the boy’s fearful eyes.
Finn
If I were him… If I were Ricky… I wouldn’t cry. I’d survive. I’d fight. I’d make sure she—Lucy—never felt helpless again
Every scene of abuse etched itself into Finn’s memory—the hunger, the neglect, the casual cruelty of Jack and Lily. He pictured himself taking control, rewriting each moment, protecting the boy from every slight and bruise.
By the time he closed the tablet, tears had dried, replaced by a burning determination. This story would not end the way the author wrote it. Someone had to fight. Someone had to protect Ricky Wind. And Finn had already decided that someone would be him.
Finn
I will save him. I don’t care what it takes. I will make sure Ricky Wind survives. No one… no one will ever hurt him again
The seed of rebellion, of rewriting fate, was planted.
Furious Heart
Finn
I can’t… I just can’t! How can they treat him like this? He’s a child!
He slammed the book shut, letting out a long, frustrated breath. His adult mind raced faster than ever. Jack, that cold, heartless man, had treated Ricky as nothing more than a trophy—a useless heir when it didn’t serve him. And Lily, smirking with her fake sweetness, had made the boy’s life a living nightmare.
Finn
If I were him… if I were really him… I wouldn’t let them get away with it. Not ever
He clenched his fists, imagining himself in Ricky’s tiny body. Even at three, he would already be calculating, already thinking ten steps ahead. Every slap, every insult, every hungry night—he would remember, he would fight, he would survive.
Finn
I’d make sure they knew… they could never break me. And I’d protect Lucy… she’s too kind for this world
Finn’s mind spun with possibilities. He wasn’t a child; he was a man trapped in one. The cruel world that Ricky was about to face wasn’t just unfair—it was deadly. Jack’s ambition and Lily’s malice would have crushed most Alphas, but not him. He already knew what he would do, how he would react, how he would plan. Every act of cruelty he read in the novel became a blueprint for rebellion.
Finn
I’d hide. I’d fight back. I’d survive. And they… they’d regret ever thinking they could control me
He pictured standing in the courtroom, tiny but unyielding, glaring at Jack with the weight of an adult mind behind those innocent eyes. Lily would falter. Jack would falter. No one would underestimate Ricky Wind again.
The more he thought, the more the fire in his chest grew. This wasn’t just reading anymore—it was preparation. Each insult, each neglectful glance from Jack and Lily became fuel. Finn swore to himself that he wouldn’t let the story’s tragedy repeat. He would take control, reshape every moment, and turn Ricky Wind into someone who would never, ever be powerless again
Finn
I’ll rewrite this story. I’ll protect him… and I’ll make sure they all pay, in their own way
And in that moment, the first spark of rebellion was no longer just a thought—it was a burning promise.
Death & Rebirth
While driving to buy grocery
Finn
Wait… what? No, no, no!
Finn’s body slammed backward, the world spinning violently around him. The screech of metal and the shattering of glass tore through his ears. Panic gripped his chest as he tried to move, to escape, but everything felt… wrong. He could hear his own voice screaming, yet his limbs felt foreign, weak, and tiny.
Finn
This can’t be real… I’m not ready… I haven’t saved him yet!
A blinding light, a sharp pain, and then silence
When Finn’s eyes opened, the room looked impossibly large. Toys scattered across the floor, bright colors assaulting his senses. He blinked, trying to focus. His hands—tiny, soft, and pudgy—stared back at him. Panic surged. He was… a child. No, not just any child. He was Ricky Wind, the very boy he had been reading about.
Ricky(Finn)
(internally)Oh no… this can’t be happening. I’m… I’m him. I’m really him!
The adult knowledge, skills, and memories of Finn remained intact, jumbled with the helplessness of a three-year-old’s body. Every step, every attempt to stand, reminded him of how small and fragile he truly was. He was aware of everything—Jack’s cruelty, Lily’s malice, the courtroom waiting—but his body refused to comply as he willed it.
Ricky(Finn)
Okay… okay… breathe. Tiny body, big brain. You can do this. You have to do this. You are Ricky now, but I am still me. I know what’s coming… I have to survive… for Lucy… for myself
The first realization was suffocating: the world perceived him as a helpless child. Every adult’s gaze would underestimate him. Every insult, every act of negligence, could strike without him being able to fight back physically. But Finn’s mind raced, already mapping strategies, contingency plans, and the small ways he could assert control.
Ricky(Finn)
This is it. I… I have to live through this. I have to protect Lucy. And I won’t let them… or fate… destroy me
The tiny body shook with fear, but inside, Finn’s heart burned. This wasn’t just survival—it was the beginning of rewriting Ricky Wind’s entire destiny.
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