| C O M P L E T E D |
"I am an Alpha, an Alpha without a pack, an Alpha who was betrayed by none but her own flesh. But I shall avenge my dishonor and I shall return stronger than before. Beware."
A lone rogue. A world of chaos. A forbidden love...
A word that reaches within the depth of your soul and tears it apart, piece by piece.
The word that is all I have been subject to, all my life.
They denied me.
They said I was too weak. They said I couldn't make it.
Yet here I stood today. I had proved them wrong.
I stood before the crowd, bleeding yet victorious, the sweat dripping into my eyes but the euphoria of my victory made me forget it. The Goon's announcement of, "Aaaaaaand we have ourrrrrrrrr.....WINNER!" was lost in the deafening roar of the crowd as they cheered me. I grinned savagely before taking my title from the Goon.
My clothes were ripped from several places and there were several raw bruises as a result of the brawl with the ex-leader of the Underground.
Did i say ex?
Yeah, that's right. I was the leader of the Underground now. I had won a fair battle. What these people didn't know was my werewolf strength and why these battles were my life. They could never understand what the title meant to me.
But I did. It meant that I was no longer the weak, pitiful and bullied loser Tress. I was the Tress, the leader of the Underground if only for a night, the youngest of them all, barely nineteen. Yeah, I was only eighteen.Adrenaline coursed through me like lava and tonight, I didn't try to hide my elation. Men were beasts and showing them who was more superior was my job.
I took my towel from Ian, my right-hand man and wiped off the gore and the sweat. I had a purpose and that purpose was to maim Andrew forever. To make him taste his own medicine.
For two years, since he had ruined me, I had turned Rogue, biding my time to get my revenge. And now, tonight, the time had come.
The time for me to correct the mistake I made when I was fifteen, a mistake that had changed my entire life. When I left the arena, I felt a slight pang of loneliness.. After all, it was this place that gave me the best lesson of them all; if you want to survive in this world, you have to be strong. There is no one you can depend upon but yourself and you don't need anyone else nor is there a need to show any kind of emotion which would claim you as a weakling.
I breathed in the city air for the last time, pocketing my cash as I made my way to my kill's place and after that, well after that, I would never return to this place.
It was what we rogues did. We were free agents, unbound to any pack, some of us mateless, others widowed but one certainty was this: we followed no authority.
This was my life. It was who I am.
Teressa Crompton. A name that inspired fear amongst my kind and I intended to keep it that way.
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