Chapter Sixty-one

[Tyler’s POV]

It was an open arena, just within the estate. I paced around in full-blown panic. I didn’t mean to, but somehow, I was afraid. The vampire had been the first person to ever win me in a fight, and till date, I could never forget about how he had mercilessly tortured me and had only let me go because of Nivera.

A whiff of her scent caught my nose, and I turned around. Malia was standing right behind me, wearing a flowing red dress, with a worried look written on her face.

“Greetings, Alpha Tyler,” she said, with a small bow.

“What do you want?” I retorted in a low growl.

“I just… I just wanted to wish you good luck,” she said.

“You’ve done that now. You may go,” I told her.

She didn’t leave, but just kept staring at me. “Must you engage in this fight? It’s been several years and we just started having peace. Can’t you just not fight the vampire?” she asked.

I knew it came from a place of concern, but I was infuriated by her words. “Why? Do you also think that I won’t be ab