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My grizzly puffed with pride, only to feel sharp teeth seep into my back.
A fucking panther? Beretta? Where the hell did she come from?
I reared back, head butting Grim in front of me and then shaking the feline that embedded her claws in my back as well.
The crowd released a collective “Oooh” as Grim’s body connected with the padded pole. I watched as he stumbled back, obviously in pain but still struggling to keep his footing in the ring. I growled and tensed up, ready for him to make another move.
He did not disappoint. He quickly lunged forward, claws and teeth bared. I shifted my weight just enough to dodge his attack and then spun around, sinking my teeth into the scruff of his neck. He yelped in surprise and attempted to shake me off, but with a grizzly bear’s strength behind me, there was no chance of that happening.
Beretta let go of my back, seeing that it was doing nothing to me, and rounded the front of my body. She growled, taking her claws and reaching toward my face.
I dropped Grim, batted them away with my claws, and pounced on her chest with the other paw. I roared into her face, my saliva dripping onto her fur. Roaring several more times before she made a whimpering noise, giving the sound of surrender.
That was when I felt Grim leap onto my back, digging at the healing wound where Beretta tried to rip open my skin.
When I took another deep breath, ready to take out Grim, my mate’s scent invaded my nose.
“Once I win, I will take my prize,”I linked her.
“A-and what is that?” she asked with a breathy moan.
I chuckled internally when I stood on two legs, letting Grim dangle while he continued hanging onto the scruff of my neck. The crowd gasped when I let myself fall backward.
Grim let go at the last second, but I crushed his hind legs in the process.
“You, my mate. On my desk, in my office.”
I turned around the best I could, gripped his neck with my maw, and closed around it tightly. Grim didn’t whimper; he growled and shook his head, trying to pull me away.
“Grim, let it go!” Journey yelled in the ring. “You guys picked on him long enough!”
Grim growled again, snapped his jaws, and tried to wiggle free. I clamped my maw around his head tighter, but he still didn’t give up.
“Grim!” Journey screamed again for him to forfeit. She wasn’t scared for him; she knew I would never hurt him.
Still, he didn’t give up.
I could see my mate in my peripheral, squirming in her seat. The surrounding males were staring at her intently, not even paying attention to the fight.
I know it isn’t her heat, but is her arousal that strong to them?
My jaw slacked as I got a better look, and Grim wiggled free.
He put his teeth around my jugular and grabbed on tight, ripping and pulling at the muscle. My muscles and meat are thick there. It hurt, but it didn’t register. I grunted, my feet dragged me across the ring, and I stared right into my mate’s eyes.
Fuck, I think she’s damn soaked her fucking underwear with how strong she smelled.
I can feel her want and desire through our bond.
A male stood from his chair behind her and went to touch her shoulder. I was dragging Grim, who continued to thrash around my neck, with Journey continuing to scream at Grim to let me go, but I paid no mind.
Some fucker was about to touch my female.
The crowd watched and parted as I climbed over the ring. I snarled, carrying Grim with me until the shadow of my grizzly finally reached them except for the fucker trying to touch what was mine.
I roared, and the fucker finally looked at me, pissing himself. He toppled over, trying to run away while the rest of the brothers laughed and pushed him around until he fell to the floor.
Chairs were upturned as unmated brothers scrambled away. Yet this male hadn’t moved, and I was in a fucking rage. With Grim still hanging onto my neck, I took my paw and swiped at the male’s chest. He screamed, his shirt ripped, and blood now stained his chest.
