Rejection

Lisa's POV

Hot tears streamed down my face, and I could still feel my half-wolf, even though I couldn’t change or control her. I snarled out, “Just kill me and get it over with.”

"Kill you?" Cole chuckled, "What I'm going to do to you, will be worse than death," he said, as he moved closer. "Bastard, you ruined my mating ceremony."

He gave me a great blow on my face. I fell hard on the floor. My vision turned blurry, everything went dark and I lost consciousness.

*****

I found myself awake, my body aching as I tried to sit up, only to see that I was in the back of a caged carriage, surrounded by guards around the carriage.

I looked down to see my hands and legs were chained.

“Our master's slave is finally awake!” One of the guards announced it as the others laughed.

I could see a black huge gate open as we went in. I have to think of how to escape now, before it's too late." I muttered to myself.

“Let me out of here now!” I screamed, as I pulled the iron cage with the little strength I had.

“Come on now," one of the guards said, "You can do better than that, we all like it when you scream. It turns us on."

"perhaps, you still think daddy is going to rescue you?" another one taunted.

"I don't deserve to be treated like a slave." I yelled.

"Yes you do.. You're a bastard, your mother was a whore. You're nothing but a slave." The guard mocked.

"Let her keep barking," Another guard cut in, "She won't survive the night."

The guards laughed so hard, as if they found his statement amusing.

I placed my head in the middle of the iron bars of the cage, "Oh, moon goddess, help me." I said under my breath, "Save me from this misery."

Soon, we reached a place that looked like a very big field, with lots of werewolves littered around the field.

It was more like a battle arena. Wild cheers rose from the Redmoon Pack as two contestants were called out.

My heart skipped a beat, why did Alpha Cole bring me here?

I took a closer look at the contestants, the first one was baldhead, his muscles were as large as my thighs. He wore a proud look on his face as he beat his chest to the crowd’s cheers.

The other male that was called out had the crowd in silence. I swallowed a lump at his intimidating stature; his black hair glued to his sweaty skin like he had been fighting.

Just then, I saw Alpha Cole standing up from a throne like chair.

“Derek, once again, it appears you’ve beaten one of my best men,” he said to the huge, dark-haired male.

I felt a gush of adrenaline that caused the hair on my skin to rise the moment our eyes met. I looked away immediately.

“So, ladies and gentlemen, tonight is going to be special, because I brought back a special gift for you: the princess of the Umbra Pack graces us with her presence!” He said it mockingly as the whole crowd cheered. “And if any one of you wins this contest, you will mount her and take her as yours!” He said.

My heart dropped to my stomach. He had just pledged me to be taken by one of these brute beasts. My stomach churned, and I could feel my body shiver from fear.

I turned to face Cole, but he was not done speaking, "Please," he said, facing me, "Which one of these slaves of mine would you love to spend the night with?" A wicked grin appeared on his face.

"Bring her out of the cage, so she can get a proper view of the battle."

One of the guards opened the cage and dragged me out to the open space.

I felt like I was going to pass out, I could barely stay on my feet. “If this is how it ends, so be it, but I would never give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg or cry.

“Let the tournament begin!” He announced.

The baldhead immediately changed into his wolf, while the man with his dark hair stayed still and composed, like he owned the planet.

I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him in such a way that almost suppressed my fear. Why wasn’t he changing? Is he tired of fighting? Perhaps he just wants to die once and for all.

The baldhead had completely changed into a wolf, and he dashed towards the other opponent, who still held his ground with his eyes closed, as though anticipating death or waiting for something.

The wolf leaped into the air, aiming for what I supposed should be the neck, but the other man dodged, its jaws snapping inches from the man's throat.

He twisted, barely avoiding the killing bite, and slammed his fist into its ribs. The wolf yelped but recovered instantly.

I took a deep breath, but the crowd cheered him on. I was wrong, he knows what he's doing.

The wolf circled him, its golden eyes burning with rage.

The wolf charged again. This time, the man didn’t dodge. Instead, he stepped into the attack, catching the beast by its throat. His fingers dug into the thick fur, pressing against its windpipe as they stumbled to the ground.

The wolf thrashed violently, its claws shredding his arms, but the other man tightened his grip.

With a final, desperate snarl, the wolf jerked, then stilled. Its body went limp, it transformed back into the baldhead man.

In human form, without turning into a wolf, the dark haired man had won the whole damn tournament. He had the strength of a monster. I had never seen anyone with that kind of strength.

The crowds cheered him on, Alpha Cole nodded his head in amusement. "That was extraordinary." He said, "I'm impressed."

The thought of what comes next sent shivers along my spine. Alpha Cole was going to offer me to this brute, giant beast.