My Two Alpha Mates

Chapter: 3 Disgust or determination

As I walked away from the fight, I felt a mix of emotions: relief, pride, and a hint of fear. I had defeated most of my opponents, but I knew I wasn't out of the woods yet. I sensed a presence lurking in the shadows, watching me. My human senses were on high alert, and I could smell the unmistakable scent of wolves.

Suddenly, a group of six or seven werewolves emerged from the darkness, their eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and disgust. Two of them grabbed my arms, their grip like a vice, and I knew I was in for a world of hurt. I tried to struggle, but one of them landed a vicious kick to my stomach, sending blood spilling from my mouth.

The others joined in, their fists raining down on me like a storm. I gritted my teeth, refusing to show any weakness, even as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. One of them yanked my hair back, making my head spin with pain. I felt like I was being torn apart, my body screaming in agony as they continued to pummel me.

But I refused to give in. I refused to let them break me. I knew that I was more than just a human, that I had a wolf inside me waiting to be unleashed. And even though I couldn't shift yet, I knew that I had the heart of a wolf, a heart that was strong and fierce and unbreakable.

"You're a shame to our pack," one of them sneered, and the others nodded in agreement, their faces twisted in contempt. "You're a freak, a weakling who can't even shift. You're not one of us."

I looked them straight in the eye, my gaze burning with determination. "I may not have my wolf yet," I said, my voice steady and strong. "But I have something that you'll never have: the courage to be different. The courage to be myself, no matter what."

My words seemed to stun them, and for a moment, they hesitated. But it was only a moment. They quickly regained their composure, their faces twisting with anger once more.

"We'll show you what it means to be a true werewolf," one of them snarled, and they launched themselves at me once again.

I braced myself for the impact, my body screaming in anticipation of the pain to come. But I refused to back down. I refused to let them win. I was a werewolf, even if my wolf was still dormant. And I would fight to prove it.

As they continued to beat me, I felt a spark of determination ignite within me. I knew that I would rise above this, that I would emerge stronger and more powerful than ever before. I would show them that I was more than just a human, that I was a force to be reckoned with.

And with that thought, I found the strength to keep going, to keep fighting. I would not be defeated. I would not be broken. I would rise, and I would shine.