To Love My Alpha King

Chapter 37

Kieran almost couldn't handle it anymore--the heavy blows that hit against his sword. The other man was just so strong. Too strong. He was tall, broad, and oozed alphaness out of his pores.

Loris, the guard of the throne room, was the one battling the younger alpha. He clearly had chosen Pascal's side.

Loris barked out a deep laugh. "Too bad it has to be this way, doll. You're hot, you would have made a lovely plaything to me..."

Kieran gasped for air as he took a step to the side and dodged the silver sword that was slowly coming closer to his face. It could have pierced him in the eye easily. He knew he would only be able to keep it off a little longer but he would never be able to win this. Sooner or later, he had to give up.

The big man hit the sword that was in Kieran's hand and it flew to the ground. He then sliced Kieran's chest from nipple to nipple, making the boy groan in pain.

Thankfully, it wasn't a deep cut, but it was a large one.

"Such a waste to kill," Loris stated whilst he stabbed in flesh, but the sword didn't end up in Kieran's flesh.

Another alpha had stepped into the fight.

Magnus shouted out in pain before he stabbed Loris in the face with his sword, using all the power he had left in his body. The blade went right through the giant's mouth and pierced through the man's brains as blood splattered everywhere.

Loris was a goner. His large body fell to the back, taking his sword with him as he went down, pulling it out of Magnus's shoulder.

"Oh, God!" Kieran shouted as Magnus fell to the floor too and grunted in pain. He quickly kneeled next to the man.

"He w-was right, though." Magnus panted. "You are too y-yummy to die. Oh...fuck! This hurts!" It hurt so much. Magnus coughed, he had trouble breathing.

"Why did you do it?" Kieran asked when he took Magnus's head in his lap.

Was Magnus going to die? Die for him, because he protected him?

"You would never have ended that--" Marcus coughed again. "B-barbarian. God...that man was so fucking s-strong..." He said, until he gasped for air, closed his eyes, and laid still.

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As the two brothers stood opposite each other, it was as if they were inside the rings of the arena, just the two of them. They didn't hear the other men's growls, sobs, and screams anymore. They only focussed on each other.

They were at it for a while already, but nobody had succeeded in hurting the other.

"You've become weaker, brother," Pascal stated while he dodged Kohl's sword again.

"Weakness is poisoning someone instead of fighting them!" Kohl yelled as he took the lead again, attacking Pascal.

There weren't many other men left, but the ones that survived were mostly loyal to Kohl. And while some Moonia warriors laid dead on the floor, the Gearians watched the fight between the two brothers.

The last swing of Kohl's sword was a hit and he sliced Pascal in his upper leg.

Ezra gasped in horror! He was scared. "Pascal!"

"Ahhh!" his mate growled.

"Oh, no... Does that hurt, big brother?" Kohl asked with a smile.

Pascal looked at his leg and blood poured all over his leather pants, staining them in red. "It's just a scratch, I can't even feel it," he lied.