Page 32 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

My heart pounded with adrenaline as I moved stealthily through the shadows, my senses alert to any sign of danger. The cool night air brushed against my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of danger and uncertainty.

I had been in dangerous situations before, but nothing felt as overwhelming as this.

This affected Irina, which made it the fight of my life.

I had to find Piotr, had to confront the Bratva leaders, before they could cause any more harm. My mind raced with the possibilities, each one more dangerous than the last. But I couldn’t afford to hesitate. Irina and her mother were counting on me, relying on me to keep them safe. My pack too.

As I crept closer to the source of the commotion, my muscles tensed, ready for action. I knew I was walking into a potentially volatile situation, but I refused to let fear hold me back. With determination burning in my eyes, I pressed on, my every movement calculated and precise.

Finally, I spotted them, a group of shadowy figures gathered around a make shift camp fire. Among them stood Damien, and some of his cohorts, their faces twisted with malice and cruelty. My jaw clenched as I watched them, my resolve hardening witheach passing moment. I knew Damien from Ratty’s research, and now I knew that I needed to get that asshole alone.

There was nowayI would let that man get his hands on Irina. Not a chance in hell.

As Damien sent the other men away, probably to cause more damage to the town, I knew it. This was my chance, my opportunity to confront Damien alone, without the interference of his cohorts. To try and make the man see reason… if that was even possible.

With a steady breath, I steeled myself for what lay ahead. I knew I had to act quickly before Damien could sense my presence and react.

With silent determination, I closed the distance between us, my every movement deliberate and controlled. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, fueling my resolve. This was it… the moment I had been preparing for.

As I drew nearer, my senses sharpened, attuned to the slightest shift in Damien’s demeanor. I had to tread carefully, to approach without alerting my adversary to my presence until I was ready for it. With a focused gaze, I braced myself for the confrontation to come.

I stepped forward, my gaze locked on to Damien with unwavering intensity. “Damien,” I called out, my voice firm and commanding, cutting through the stillness of the night. “What are you doing here?”

Damien’s attention snapped to me, his expression shifting from surprise to disdain as he recognized his adversary. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the charming owner of the head shop,” he sneered, his tone dripping with contempt. “The man who has been fucking my woman, or so I have heard. I would say ‘nice to meet you’ but it really isn’t.”

Ignoring Damien’s taunts, I pressed on, my tone measured but resolute. “I want to know why you and your men are here, Damien. This is our territory, and you have no right to trespass.”

Damien’s lips curled into a malicious grin, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Irina is mine,” he declared, his voice laced with possessiveness. “And I’m not leaving without her.”

My jaw clenched at the mention of Irina’s name, my protective instincts surging to the forefront. “Irina is not your property,” I retorted, my voice steely with determination. “She is my mate, and I won’t let you lay a hand on her.”

Damien’s laughter echoed through the clearing, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Your mate, huh?” he scoffed, his tone mocking. “Well, if you want her, you’ll have to fight me for her.”

I met Damien’s challenge head on, my gaze unwavering as I locked eyes with him. “Fine,” I agreed, my voice low and steady. “But if I win, you and Piotr and your men leave these lands immediately. There isnothinghere for you.”

“What about Piotr’s wife?”

“She doesn’t want to go home either.”

A predatory glint flickered in Damien’s eyes as he accepted my terms, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. Selfishly, he clearly didn’t care that much about Piotr, which was good news for me. It meant I had a chance to separate and destroy.

“Agreed,” he replied, his voice dripping with anticipation. “Let’s settle this once and for all.”

As me and Damien shifted into our wolf forms, a primal energy surged through us, heightening our senses and sharpening our instincts. The forest around us seemed to come alive with the rustle of leaves and the whisper of the wind, bearing witness to the impending clash.

My muscles tensed as I circled Damien, my gaze locked onto my adversary with unwavering focus. I could feel the weightof my pack’s expectations resting on my shoulders, driving me forward with an unyielding determination to protect what was ours.

Damien matched my movements with a rapacious grace, his own wolf form exuding an aura of danger and dominance. His lips curled back in a snarl, revealing razor sharp teeth as he prepared to strike.

In that moment, all thoughts and emotions faded into the background, consumed by the primal dance of predator and prey. Instinct guided my every move as we lunged and dodged, each maneuver a calculated attempt to gain the upperhand.

My heart thundered in my chest as I fought with all my strength, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. I could feel the raw power of my wolf form coursing through me, driving me forward with an unstoppable force.

Amidst the chaos of battle, my mind remained focused on my main goal: to protect Irina and my pack at all costs. With every strike and every dodge, I pushed myself harder, drawing on reserves of strength I never knew I possessed.

As the clash raged on, I could sense Damien’s resolve wavering, his movements growing more erratic with each passing moment. Desperation started to get the better of him. With a final surge of determination, I seized the opportunity and delivered a decisive blow, sending Damien crashing to the forest floor.

He crashed hard and all the air knocked out of him. Damien was wounded and had nothing left to give.

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