Page 32 of Betrayed By the Alpha Wolf

Jet’s voice hit me hard—the man who had acted as a father when my own had passed away. I forced everything I had into standing again, and the world went wobbly as I reached my feet. Steadying myself against the wall, I looked up just in time to see Choal pulling back his fist to clock me again.

It was a damn miracle that I had the ability to jerk my head out of the way, and Choal’s hand went soaring past my face right into the wooden ring around us.

He howled as his knuckles made contact, whipping his hand back and cradling it briefly before glaring at me. His eyeswere bloodshot from the fury, and a nail stuck out from between his pointer and middle fingers.

Eesh. That’s disgusting.

Choal gripped the nail and pulled it free, throwing it down to the floor, where it landed with a clinking sound. I was still having a damn hard time focusing. Then Choal was gripping me by the shirt and tossing me across the ring again.

I slammed to the ground, the cement just as painful to land as I’d imagined. My wolf was furious, rushing closer to the surface.

Get him, buddy. I can’t say what’ll happen to Kenzie if he becomes Alpha.

It was true, even if it was also very vague. But I wouldn’t put it past Choal to immediately have his pack attack the Edwards if he was promoted to Alpha. Kenzie was an Edwards right now—and my mate. A vindictive bastard could get creative with that information.

A tinge of muted colors settled over my vision as I relinquished more control to my wolf. My claws stretched longer, my fangs descended further into my mouth, and my skin erupted with fur. I also stood a good four or five inches taller, my arms lengthening.

It was fucking weird, like something out of those horror movies Kit had made us all watch, and it was not typical for a true wolf shifter. We had human or wolf forms. Sure, we could call on our claws and fangs, but this was totally new.

This could come in handy.

My spine tingled as my body sensed movement coming from the other side of the ring. I swiveled my head to face Choal, an odd detachment from the fight clouding over me. I couldn’tsee color the same way anymore, my wolf’s sight taking over, but I could pick out movement so much quicker.

And the slight squeak against the floor as Choal’s foot shifted over the cement was even more noticeable.

My muscles tensed, and I stood poised for the guy to launch himself at me again. Sure enough, he did, and just as Choal was soaring through the air, both feet off the ground, I jutted both arms up over my head and slashed across the broad width of Choal’s chest and stomach.

I could reach him now. My elongated arms and objectively terrifying claws gave me all the distance I needed to deal a crushing blow to my opponent.

“Ahh!” Choal cried out, hitting the ground hard as he gripped his stomach.

Blood oozed from beneath his hands, and I growled at him. My fangs dripped, a hunger to tear him limb from limb expanding through my chest like a wildfire. The Williams, it seemed, was too shocked to make a noise, but I could hear the calls of my pack mates howling in approval.

Stalking over toward him, I stopped just short of Choal’s head, swinging my leg over him so that I could tower above him, snarling.

“P-please.”

My wolf was hungry, but there were two rules given today—"anything goes” and “It ends when your opponent is incapacitated.”

He’s done. It’s over.

But all I could do was growl at the man. The cries around me died down, and what remained in the oddly silent chamberwas the sound of Choal’s blubbering. He was begging for his life, and it would be all too easy to just end it.

I lowered down, hovering my fangs over Choal’s jugular, ready to strike.

“I’m not a murderer, Choal. And you should remember that the next time you see me.”

Gripping his shirt, I hauled him up off the floor. All he could do was dangle there.

“I know this was your idea, and as such, I expect you to get your supporters in line. I won’t tolerate rogue wolves in my pack, Choal. Don’t fucking test me.”

I shoved him back down, leaving him there to begin his healing process in the company of his supporters. They had no reason to stay in the pack with me as Alpha, but if he did, I’d certainly be keeping an eye on him.

When I stepped away, I was suddenly greeted by Aspen, who reached for my arm as I started to shift back into human form. He held it high in the air.

“We have our winner!” Everyone cheered, even a few of the Williams P

ack, who I was sure didn’t want me around. “And after a compelling act of mercy!”

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