ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

8. Games

6:30 AM ~ Next Day

NEVAEH'S P.O.V

We woke up the next morning to the sound of a loud horn being blown. I jolted instantly and sat up straight, my bare chest covered by the large quilt cover, accompanied by Cyrus's large arms draped over my waist.

"What was that?!" I asked, and he rolled over onto his stomach, pulling me tighter towards his side. He mumbled a couple of words that I couldn't make out and buried his face into the pillow, turning his head to the other side.

"Do you hear that?!" I asked him again, listening as the horn kept blaring.

"Of course I hear it, Nevaeh." Cyrus finally spoke up, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

I frowned and swung my legs over to the other side of the bed. I pushed myself towards the edge and moved Cyrus' large arms away from my waist.

I stood up, walking over to the wardrobe and putting on my robe.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cyrus asked, raising his voice as the horn grew louder.

"Downstairs," I replied and in a split second, but within a second Cyrus stood in front of me.

Naked.

His arms crossed over his chest and I gasped in shock at the swift motion. He was so much faster now.

"In a robe?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, his height overpowering me.

"It's like six am, everyone else will be dressed the same." I tried to dismiss him, pushing past him and stepping towards the door.

"Nevaeh, you're not going downstairs." He said seriously and turned around, grabbing his sweatpants and rolling it up his legs.  "Stay here,"

'Stay here', like a dog. I think not.

"I'm coming with you." I said and wrapped the robe around my waist, causing it to tighten and lift up slightly, just below my ass.

Cyrus didn't bother pressing forward as he stepped in front of me and pushed the doors open, exposing Darion that looked like he was about to knock on our door, a second before.

"Alpha," He greeted, bowing his head slightly and Cyrus stepped past him, grabbing my hand and leading us down the hallway and down the velvet staircase.

"They're about to start the games," Darion continued and I creased my eyebrows in confusion.

"Games? What games?" I asked him and Darion tore his eyes away from me, keeping his head low, faced to the ground, watching each step as he jogged downstairs.

"The Warrior Games, I won last year." Darion boasted and I nodded in understanding.

"How many wolves participate?" I asked Darion. 

"About fifty, ages ranging from fourteen." He shrugged as we got to the bottom of the staircase, into the foyer.

Downstairs was flooded with wolves. The usual group was here - Jordyn, Marcus, Jaxon and Enzo stood around in a circle. They looked like they were engaged in a serious conversation.

Everyone was dressed in combat attire and I instantly felt out of place in my silk robe.

Maybe we were wrong.. everyone wasn't dressed like they just got out of bed.

I felt Cyrus's arm snake around my waist and pushed us towards the group.

"Morning Alpha," Marcus greeted and Jordyn gave us a welcoming smile.