She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 8, Next

N/A: Thank you for reading this far I promise to give you an interesting twist.

Edited

Wolves swarmed the arena. Many saying goodbye to their mates and pups Incase they don't make it out. It was pathetic.

I raised my head to shush the murmuring voices and for those to take there seats. Everyone did as told.

"You have come here today to fight. You shall show me you have strength, courage, technique and wisdom all at once. I have come here only to fight the men today - no children or women." The crowd hollered with a few whimpers. There fights are for another day. A special one in fact.

I raised my hand once more to silence the crowd.

The murmurs lowered again. "Shall we begin?" My voice sounded echoy and intriguing. The crowd whooped and cheered as a yes. I glared at Gail. He's distracted. Again!

"Ahem, Micheal Morrison take a blade, pick a battle, and begin," Gail exclaimed.

That has became the annual thing to say at every battle. Take a blade meaning choose your weapon, pick a battle meaning take center and take your last chance to back down which you will be shunned for, and begin meaning it was fight time.

Nervous murmurs brushed over the audience in search for Micheal before someone had spoken up.

"He died today, heart attack. The man was only 54,"

I huffed and rolled my eyes. He wouldn't have survived the fight anyways.

"Ok then, Aakia Lick take a blade, pick a battle and begin,"

He nodded stepping forward and out of the crowd doing so. I don't know how Gail says these names right. Another one of his talents.

The tall buff dark man choose a long weapon with spikes. That was his first mistake, choosing something heavy and big.

He's strong but not smart, he can't stay here.

Aakia ran up holding his spiked thing toward me. "Ahhh!!" I stood there with dominant posture and my hands behind my back.

When he reaches me instead of blocking the swing I catch and grab the spiked sword so hard his reaction of surprise causes him to loose balance and I hit him in the head with it and he pounced to the floor. His head went down like a ball on a home run. I guess he wasn't expecting me to hurt him with his own weapon.

He'll survive the hit to the head but not in this pack. I turn my head in disgust and surprise and sympathy washes over the crowd.

They know what this means. "Banished," Gail exclaims. Meanwhile Gail then rushes over to check my wound. When I grabbed to spiked sword I must've stabbed a 3 inch hole through my hand.

Gail held my hand trying to examine it before I snatched it out of his hold. "What do you think your doing!" I must've shouted the skin off his skull because his face blew back with shock. 

No one else could hear is without microphones since the arena was so big.

"Is it wrong to see if your okay? What you think it's weak if your hurt? I'm your body gaurd, it's my job."

I'm a little shocked by the bitter tone in his voice and shaking of annoyance.

"Is that all it is?" I asked. He said nothing. "Gail know. Your. place. You are a bodyguard nothing more to me, you speak for me nothing more! You give me pleasure NOTHING MORE!" Disgust all around surrounding my voice as the audience watched us center stage.

Gail shook his head barging out of the arena. It's really pathetic how he'd allow emotion get the best of him.

Who will call my next component? There's always supposed to be an announcer for these things. I searched the crowd until I spotted the one only person I've talked to.

Nyla.

I waved her over. She's was seated next to another girl seemingly trying to blend in.

She looked surprised at my sudden interest before looking around to see if I wasn't talking to anyone else. "Yeah, you, uh wanted me?" She asked when she finally reached my presence onstage. She'd been escorted by daniel.

I looked around and nodded. "I want you to be my announcer the crowd is getting weary and I need someone to speak for me." Nyla nodded like she didn't have to think. "Oh and don't be so emotional because I don't care about petty feelings. That's why my last one left,"

Nyla nodded ready to go on the stage to speak. "Nyla you better know to say exactly what I'm thinking," She nodded once more walking center stage, silencing the curious whispers.

"I will be your announcer for today." Nyla took a glance at me searching my face. "Next up is...

***
Win after win. Battle after battle. It's been two hours and I've been up against 103 men already. We had more volunteers this year then I'd ever expected. Only a few more left. The crowd is hyped. Wolves are even bringing their pups to see a live battle.

"Next up...is er uh Quincy Thyroid!" She gasped. I would have fired her but even I wanted to gasp myself.

A million things traced my mind although I'm sure my face is unreadable. Nyla stood there waiting for an answer for her next speech to appear on my face but no one could read this face besides...

Instead she just said, "Uh... choose a weapon, pick a battle and begin," Her shaky voice breathed out.

My first thought was death. The fall of my mate could bring me more power. If you kill an alpha you become one.

Being a beta or omega and killing something far more powerful than you earns you the title of strength and courage. And seeing as seeing as I'm already one it'd make me beyond strong.

I watch as Quincy stepped out from the crowd. With each step the crowd held in another breath as did I.

Quincy came face front with me. "Shall we begin," He smirked. I nodded breathlessly. We'd never fought before. Once Quincy Thyroid was my mentor, my family, and my only friend, once.

But I'd never met Lucifer.

Woweeee!

I'm sorry I don't usually know what to say on the authors notes but I've found that you guys prefer to have them.

What do you think?

Who's scared for Quincy and Keeyln's battle?

Who likes Keeyln's and Quincy's names?

Who hates them?

Xoxo, Reese