Fire And Ice

Chapter 88 - Retribution: Ego

Harry's P. O. V

I strode out into the arena, the late morning sun glaring down. The seats were packed with hundreds of members, from pups to our oldest and greyest, gathered to watch, no matter that many of them most definitely had places to be.

My eyes immediately found Alpha Claw sitting at the front, surrounded by at least ten other men. The spectating Alphas watched me as I walked to the centre, but Alpha Claw paid me no mind, watching the bitch walk in instead.

I turned my attention to her with a glare. She was wearing baggy cargo pants and a crop top. Hardly a fitting outfit for someone walking into a fight, but I wasn't much different. I was in the easy going loose shirt and cargo shorts combo I usually wore on the days I knew my dad would be working from home. They weren't exactly combat attire, but they allowed me freedom of movement all the same.

We stopped walking about ten paces from each other. Knees bent and eyes keen, we circled each other.

She held no weapons. The knuckle dusters weighing in my pockets on either side of me told me that she might have hidden one in one of her many pants pockets, but I couldn't make out any impressions to give that away.

I closed the distance between us. I had no intention of letting her land a single hit, and for that to happen, I needed to strike hard and fast. I wouldn't even give her a chance to think.

She fluttered out of my reach before I could strike. I recovered quickly and my fist followed her, but she twisted away from me again.

Every subsequent attack I made was blocked as she danced just out of reach. My frustration swelled with each miss, and after several minutes of her damned fritting about, my fangs were bared and claws were out.

"Stop fucking moving!" I growled over my shoulder at her after yet another evasion.

She only ever dodged me, never struck back. She was probably avoiding getting too close. Once she did, I'd close in on her and she knew it.

She smirked, "Tired already?"

My brow twitched, "Don't challenge someone if you're gonna do nothing but run."

"How do you call yourself an Alpha when you can't even catch little ol' me?" She mocked, "Makes me wonder how any of your members follow you."

I grabbed at her with a grunt, wanting nothing more than to wipe the fucking smirk off her face.

She only flipped away, laughing, "Did I make you mad? Maybe you're not really the one calling the shots here."

I wasn't.

I knew it, the higher-ups knew it, most of the members knew it. I was nothing but the new mouthpiece for my dad's machinations. Even Brittany had gained more significance. She'd been the ditzy twin for most of our lives, only for her to develop a brain out of nowhere. This left me painfully aware of the reality that if she were a guy, dad probably would've made her the new Alpha instead.

But I was the Alpha. Dad might be the one calling the shots, but I'd be damned if I let anyone disrespect me. This pack was mine.

"I wouldn't be surprised." She continued, "Daddy probably just handed you the title cause he felt like he had to. It's not like you've done anything worthy of the respect you go around demanding from everyone. If you weren't an Alpha's son, you'd be nothing and you know it."

I saw red. Who did she think she was to speak to me like that in front of other Alphas? In front of my members? Alpha or not, she was still nothing but a she-wolf.

I'd remind her of that.

"Just wait till I get my hands on you." I sneered, low enough for only her to hear, "I just hope Callum doesn't mind damaged goods."