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2025-09-13 08:20:00Lisa's POV
I could feel the crowd pressing in from all sides, their voices blending into one roaring wave of anticipation, mockery, and bloodlust. My hands were trembling, not out of fear but out of sheer awareness that this was no longer just a petty challenge. This was survival, pride, and the heavy weight of what it meant to be me — just an omega in their eyes, standing against Irene, a woman of royal blood.Her sneer cut deeper than any blade. “Do you think you can humiliate me by winning a game of archery, omega? You think that was real? That was luck. Nothing more.” Her voice dripped with venom as she stepped forward, shoulders squared, eyes blazing. “No ordinary omega can beat me.”The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, fueling her arrogance. I held my ground, staring straight at her. I wouldn’t bow, not today, not ever again.“If you’re so confident,” she snarled, “then let’s end this properly. A spar. A deadly one. If you win, I’ll grovel
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Bryan's POVI carried Irene in my arms, her body limp, her breath shallow, and blood still staining her lips. My chest tightened with every step I took out of that damned arena. Her head rested against my shoulder, but the weight of her felt heavier than any burden I had ever known. The crowd’s noise followed me out, their chants and mocking laughter stinging my pride like knives. They had hailed Lisa, a nobody compared to Irene, the daughter of Alpha Rowland, my wife, my pride—my responsibility.Yet there she was, nearly lifeless in my arms.I could barely hear anything except the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. My wolf paced inside me, furious, restless, wanting blood, but I forced him back. This wasn’t the time. I had to get her to the infirmary, I had to save her.“Move out of the way!” I barked at the guards standing by the corridor. They immediately stepped aside, their eyes widening at the sight of Irene’s mangled body. Some of
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Third person POVEnzo’s chest tightened as the roar of the crowd echoed in his ears, drowning every thought but the sight of Lisa sprawled in the middle of the bloodied ring. Her body looked lifeless, her chest rising and falling shallowly, her skin pale and slick with sweat. For a brief, chilling moment, he thought her spirit had already left her body. Without a second’s hesitation, he broke through the circle, shoving aside the wolves who crowded too close, his boots echoing against the wooden floor of the ring box as he reached her.“Lisa!” His voice cracked as he fell to his knees beside her, his arms slipping beneath her limp frame. She was drenched in blood—hers and Irene’s—but Enzo couldn’t tell which wound belonged to which. All he knew was that her pulse had to be there, had to still exist, or he would tear apart everyone in this place with his bare hands.He pressed his ear against her chest for half a heartbeat before relief slammed through him
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Lisa's POVI could feel the crowd pressing in from all sides, their voices blending into one roaring wave of anticipation, mockery, and bloodlust. My hands were trembling, not out of fear but out of sheer awareness that this was no longer just a petty challenge. This was survival, pride, and the heavy weight of what it meant to be me — just an omega in their eyes, standing against Irene, a woman of royal blood.Her sneer cut deeper than any blade. “Do you think you can humiliate me by winning a game of archery, omega? You think that was real? That was luck. Nothing more.” Her voice dripped with venom as she stepped forward, shoulders squared, eyes blazing. “No ordinary omega can beat me.”The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, fueling her arrogance. I held my ground, staring straight at her. I wouldn’t bow, not today, not ever again.“If you’re so confident,” she snarled, “then let’s end this properly. A spar. A deadly one. If you win, I’ll grovel
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The crowd was still buzzing with excitement from the archery competition when Irene’s voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous.“There’s no way an ordinary omega beat me,” she snapped, stepping forward with fury etched across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes darting to the murmuring crowd. “That result must be a joke. I demand another chance!”Lisa, still clutching the bow in her hand, lowered it slowly. She was breathing harder than she wanted anyone to notice, but she stood tall, refusing to cower. Her fingers trembled faintly before she clenched them tight to hide it.“Irene, the scores were announced,” Ash said, his tone cutting, almost mocking. “Lisa didn’t just beat you. She destroyed you.”A wave of laughter rippled through the spectators. Some clapped, others jeered, but it only made Irene’s face twist even more. Her pride was pierced, and her lips curled in rage.“You think this is funny?” Irene’s voice ro
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Third person POVEnzo threw his head back and burst out laughing, the sound booming through the grand hall like thunder rolling over an open field. His laughter was contagious, loud enough to pull every eye back to him as he took the mic from the stand with practiced ease. His shoulders still shook with mirth, but when he finally steadied his breathing, his smile stretched wide across his face, warm and mischievous all at once.“All right, Kael,” Enzo said, his deep voice resonating through the hall, “if that is truly your wish, then so be it. Everyone here, listen carefully. I want to make this absolutely clear.”He paused deliberately, watching as the crowd leaned in, waiting. Kael, standing just a few steps away, was already grinning from ear to ear like a child who had just gotten away with the most outrageous prank.“I love this stubborn, reckless, never-silent fool right here,” Enzo declared, pointing straight at Kael. His words carried auth
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Third person POVThe hall had grown brighter as the second segment of the celebration began. The guests were buzzing with anticipation, their voices carrying from one end of the room to the other. The earlier formalities had passed, the speeches and ceremonies completed, and now came the part everyone seemed to have been waiting for—the games of wit, tradition, and competition.The announcer’s voice echoed through the large hall as he called for all alphas willing to compete in the traditional contest. The rules were simple: the victor would be granted a single wish, one that Alpha Enzo himself would honor publicly. It was more than just a game; it was a chance to test pride, knowledge, and political cunning in front of peers and rivals alike.Bryan’s eyes glistened sharply at the invitation. He straightened his shoulders, adjusting the gold-embroidered hem of his ceremonial attire, and rose from his seat. His pack members immediately noticed the intensity
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