•𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵•【√】

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The silver chains are taken down from the wall by my guards but still kept around my limbs. I guess they don't trust me enough. Good! Without talking they push me up the stairs and I brace myself.

My senses are coming back to me and I faintly hear the voices of my pack in my head. Still as a whisper in the back of my mind but it's a relief. And when we are outside the packhouse, I see all of them are gathered there, with a serious look on their face.

I know what is going to happen. We are heading to the Circle. That asshole thinks he will ridicule me in front of my pack and mate.

When we reach the place, Emery is there with that asshole by her side. She has carefully thrown a coat over her shoulders to hide her injury. I see sweat beads on her forehead and the struggle to keep a straight face while tortured by pain. I need to end this swiftly so that I can take care of her.

When I approach, I turn all my attention to my opponent. He has bared his chest and feet as is custom and bounces on the spot, thinking he is in some movie with boxers where he will triumph over those who wronged him.

"Where are the rest of my men?" I hear him whisper to Emery.

She replies nothing, just beckons at the packhouse. I turn over my shoulder and I see one of the females slipping to the direction of the lake balancing beers and snacks in her hands. What the hell?

Emery gives the man a sly smile and he booms in laughter.

"Maybe we can join them after," he dares to imply.

"Like I said," Emery narrows her eyes, "I want you all to myself."

"A good luck kiss?"

"Kill him!" Henrar is repeating the same thing over and over again.

"Win this," Emery leans and I get the faint winch of pain in her beautiful face, " and I will give you more than a kiss."

Again, that fucking laughter that makes me want to grab his jaw and rip it open so that he will be permanently gaping.

"You have placed your faith in the wrong Alpha and swore to obey the wrong Alpha King." The man turns to my pack that have taken their place around the Circle. "But I am here to right these wrongs. Here to be the Alpha you deserve and the Alpha King to lead us to glory."

He then beckons at his guards and leaps into the circle. Emery turns to me while the guards are busy freeing me from my chains and nods. I nod back. I end this and we get back what is ours.

"Only one will emerge from this Circle victorious. And the fight," he pins his look to me, "is to the death."

Good to know, I rub my wrists and head for the Circle.

Absolute silence falls around us as we measure each other. I see it in his eyes that he still thinks that I am hurt, vulnerable, his to conquer. So, I act accordingly.

My steps are slow, my breath caught. I pretend to struggle to get to the Circle. But not too much. He is still standing too close to Emery for my liking. And my mate is hurt. If he decides to hurt her because I am ruining his perfect plan to take over my pack, she won't be able to fight back.

When I am in the Circle, we measure each other. By all means, his look is more relaxed. He thinks he has me wounded and fading and I am glad that everyone is watching us and not Emery that has sat down and bites down her jaw. I not only need to win this fight. I need to win this fight quickly so that Emery can have the care she needs.