CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I will lose,” Celia said, deadpan.

“No you won’t, little Omega. Despite how weak you are, you are still more powerful than any human in the room.”

Her jaw stiffened at being called weak. “You just all but stated a moment ago that any of us would have trouble against the other skilled participants. Considering I’m so weak, why not up your chances and compete yourself?”

“She’s right,” Duncan said. “This is a male’s job. I could fight instead, since you’re not up for it.” His words might have come out a little irreverent.

Marcel watched the male in silence for a few uncomfortable moments, then finally said, “Did you notice your previous Alpha is dead and the previously highest ranking werewolf in your pack is missing an arm?” No response. “Keep pissing me off and I can guarantee you’ll meet one of those fates, if not one more horrific. I could take off both your arms. You’d be two–legged even in your four–legged form. Let's see you go on runs.”

Celia shuddered at the thought. To Duncan’