She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 12, Prisioner 5466

Previously • Edited

He scoffed at the name but didn't respond.

"You misjudged me Greene, I promise I will make you feel weak and when you fall for me after all I've put you through you'll sit at my knees and beg. You can fight me but just know this'll be the first step to breaking you," Prisoner 5466 breathed into me ear.

"Grab a weapon, pick a battle, and begin," I repeated deadly.

I showed no emotion nor reaction. "I never back down from a challenge," I added.

I immediately ran into Quincy with a hard side kick to the stomach, a rush so loud the crowd wasn't sure if that was his rib cage breaking or my boot heel breaking. Either way both would have been a tragedy for one of us, I had to demolish two whole packs to earn enough respect from Alpha Zion for him to gift me these.

Alpha Zion is a gay Alpha that has a collection of goodies gifted by todays most honorable people.

The cracking noise stopped when Quincy grabbed my foot but before he could twist it I pulled it out his grasp sending another kick to his face with the opposite foot.

Sending my foot off it left my face open where he backhanded me to the floor. I was shocked at his strength to say the least but I immediately got up.

After a few hits and blocks Quincy is holding his throat for air.

This man has had years of training since he was eight then years of killing, there has to be a reason he's blowing this fight.

"Your not even going to ask what happened to Marcos? Or why it's your fault he's probably dead?" In distraction he grabbed my head, skull rushing it into his knee.

The pain is ecstatic, and nearly more unbearable as your first shift but you can't feel much with all the adrenaline.

I'll heal fast but due to the hit I can't see. Its like a blacked out but I'm still standing...I think.

Everything was silent knowing this fight was going to last longer than anything. And everyone wanted to watch.

Ex-King/ Alpha vs. The Dictator Female Alpha.

"Probably!?" I barked.

Probably? I was thinking those pitiful thoughts based of assumptions! My thoughts faded back to a specific memory.

N/A: Memory

"Marcos?!" I yelled all through the woods. After we heard the scream we couldn't find him anywhere.

I didn't even know if I wanted to find him. I lied. And with what Quincy told me I realised I--

"Ahhh!!" I yelped due to someone pulling me behind a tree. "Marcos! Where were you?" I slapped his chest hard.

I was such a naive bitch, you don't slap a man you kick him in the dirt, emotionally of course.

Physical pain teaches them nothing. That's the worst pain for a man, because they rarely feel it, with them always being the players.

I hated that I cared but he did help me so the least I could do Is not feel bad but instead actually help him if he were killed.

"What? You were worried!?" He teased. I scoffed. That was the first time I didn't laugh at a joke, my first emotional island dimming. "What really happened?" He asked.

It was funny how his emotion switched to serious like he'd never had just spoken in a humorous manner.

"What do you mean? I sa-"