She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 7, The annoucement

"Are you ready, Kilo?" I growled at Gail as I sent him a death glare. If it were anyone else they'd of been dead. I nodded exiting my desk area. "Time to show me what you got," He smirked. I allowed a mischievous grin to quirk onto my dark tainted lips.

When we arrived to my private arena I stripped down into a sports bra and spandex shorts while ignoring at Gail's watching eyes. He always watched. Everything i did, ate , said, he knew me like the back of his hand. It almost feels scary. I walked up to him taking center stage while he's still checking me out.

"Focus." I said sternly. I slowly licked my lips teasingly. I stabbed a single claw into his shoulder watching his face as blood poured out.

Gail knew better than to whail and groan or do anything. I stabbed him so many times he probably couldn't feel it. It was never my intention to hurt Gail but if I did I wouldn't care.

Gail is like a flower everytime it dies I give it everything is needs and it grows back in unsafe care just like before. He could never leave me.

"Just so you know this training session isn't for me it's for you," I said even though I'd known Gail had became a very skilled fighter over the years but he'd get never close to beating me. He'd never want to hurt me, as he puts it.

He rolled off my comment taking a jab at my throat. I let him have that one. His ego seemed bruised.

Gail battled out all his anger on me but in the end I defeated him. He was good but only a warm up for me. Literally.

Today is November 26 meaning it has been my tradition that I fight 15 out of 200 or so, men in our pack. I keep my trusted inner pack circle small besides newly born children that are here. I only fight those who have committed a crime (which has been none since my ruling), is eighteen (never under eighteen unless they volunteer), and those over thirty(which again limits to few).

I need to see who is able to stay here and those who need to go and join the weak women's pack or become a lone wolf and go rogue. Every year I'd defeat all wolves in all fights foughten.

I don't get tired because I've been running all my life so getting tired isn't in my blood. Plus It goes by pretty quick and if you can't make it out the fight alive you die from the wounds or get kicked out of the pack. It's basically a yearly test of not only strength but technique. For those who want to stay.

The average fight lasts for at least a minute so we'll only be fighting for an hour until everyone is defeated once more.

If you have technique you'll never need strength. And if you believe you can have strength over technique then your one who shall die first or be kicked out our pack first.

Of course everyone would lose but you must get up and try again, I show no mercy until mercy is needed. Sometimes you have to know when enough is enough.

"Fetch my armor," I commanded Gail and he groaned. My eyes widens at his rude yet comfortable manner.

"You know I'm not your assistant I'm supposed to protect you," I wanted to laugh in his face because if he cannot out fight me surely he cannot protect me.

Everytime we train Gail looses in the final moments. It's hesitation. He'd look into my eyes as he has me pinned and I'd knock him upside the head. Again and again.

"Gail! Don't make me get my blade!" He let out a groan that almost went silent. "And just for that don't even bother going to the pack doctor to get those wounds stitched up. I'll send him a note to deny you."

Gail's face turned purple and he looked impaled from all the anger he's holding up. He wanted to say something but I let piggy keep his tongue.

If I won't kill Gail then surely I'll hurt him and treat him as if he were a pet. A flicker of sadness draped across his face and I gaped aloud. He left to fetch my armor.

This day shall go by fast, I will take out each selected pack member one by one, not rest or sleep, but see if Gail isn't mad and then I can enjoy myself a little more before my day is over.

I take a small knife trailing my palm once more and rubbing the blood all over my face.

I didn't forget about the females in our pack. I could never be sexist, although this is a mans world.

When I first took over the females were taking care of pups and letting men go hunting. But now the males hunt food, the females do my tasks and hunt people, all the while the pups go to school and learn to do what the parents do.

I like to think I have a nice balance.

But most of all no one sits on their ass.

Soon the women will try one of there hunting tasks on me.

If they were given the task to shoot someone in the head. Then they'd have to try it on me.

Most likely no one will win but if I die by the hands of another I shall worship them for there efforts and success.

Gail returned with my armor and I stripped then suited up while his eyes rudely lingered over me. "Tell them to enter," Gail nodded in trance, he's still upset with me or maybe sad. I don't know I don't feel those emotions toward anyone.

How can he be upset I punished him? How can he even be mad? I give him a pass enough by not killing him for calling me Kilo.

Thousands of wolves entered the auditorium taking there seats, for there names to be called.

Everyone that meets the requirements fights me. Even those in the dungeon, if the crowd gets hyped enough we bring them out for a bonus round. And even those selected that are weak and frail must fight.

Lucky for them I don't normally kill with weapons during our fights. But men need to learn how to fight outside using they wolves (which you cannot use in a human battle) so they could choose a weapon, and if I kill them with them with their own weapon, tuff.

Fighting is all about strength and technique. Usually about %15 of us die a few days later if I fight 100. Leaving about a quarter of our pack missing.

But that's good I need no weak ones in our pack.

If you die tough, this is merely tradition.

Ayo, what's poppin? I sound so ugh saying that. Ur I mean typing that.

I know some of you are already guessing what's gonna happen next. Don't comment predictions because I hate guessers.

So screw you if your one. I'm not kidding.

Who's ever seen scream queens or grownish? Dear white people? Cloak and dagger? To all the boys I've Loved before?

Any siren fans?

Euphoria is the best along with the 100.

Screw You as well if you haven't watched the show and comment racist.

Xoxo, Reese