Chapter 4

Jaden 

Approaching the first steel door, I notice the first girl inside, slender with bright blue eyes and icy blond hair. She’s not my normal type at all and until I watched her fighting in her training session at her pack, I would have dismissed her completely. Seeing her run rings around a male wolf three times her size as she glided about effortlessly. She took him down in three moves or fewer. She is vicious, and I was impressed. This girl has some incredible fighting skills.

Hayley is from the Nightfire pack. I watch through the small square glass as she sits on the cold cement floor, her legs tucked up to her chest as her hands ball into fists before being released and clenching repeatedly. I know she knows I’m watching from the subtle tilt of her head towards the door. A light sheen of sweat glazes her pale skin from the humidity. All the women are unmated, I made sure of it.

Hayley is my silent assassin. Her frosty appearance hides that fire that burns inside of her. She has the potential to be luna with her striking looks and strength. I smirk seeing her biding her time, assessing every angle, ready to make her escape. Too bad for my ice queen. The only way out of here is to win.

I had no choice but to bring them here by without their knowledge. I may be an alpha wolf. But to the eyes of many, I am still a rogue. ‘The rogue alpha’, as some have called me. Sure, woman throw themselves at me for a night of wild sex, but come morning they return to their lives as if nothing happened between us. I couldn’t risk choosing some desperate she wolf, only hungry for an alpha cock to be by my side. None of those women are ‘luna material’ and with my reputation like it is, I doubt any she wolf worthy of being luna wouldn’t want to partake in the games voluntarily.

I leave Hayley walking to the next cell. This one is actually crying. Why do woman cry so much? Jennifer is from the Stormborn pack. I have a feeling her alpha was glad to see her go as they have a history. I think his new luna packed her bags for her sending her on her way the second I called. Idiots.

Jennifer, she doesn’t look like your typical fighter, with thick thighs, a big ass and huge breasts. But she is remarkably strong. I’ll admit I may have selected her for her body. Those curves are sinful and watching her run as those breasts bounced, almost knocking her out, gave me so many filthy ideas. Not to mention a raging hard on. She has fiery red hair, pale green eyes and plush lips that would look perfect wrapped around my cock.

She stops crying, sensing someone watching as her eyes snap to the door. I’m standing too far back for her to make out my features, but from here she can see my shadowy outline. “Whose there?” she asks, her voice a tad squeaky for my taste, is she fucking dumb? Who answers questions like that? It makes my teeth itch as I clench my jaw. Shit, I should have spent less time watching her body and listened to her fucking talk before I selected her.

I tap my foot on the floor before I raise my hand to unlock the door. It recognises my thumb print. There are no keys here. Only myself, beta and gamma have access to these rooms. She scurries back to the wall at the far end hearing the door slide open. Her breathing rapid as her chest heaves her fear perfuming the air. I shouldn’t be in here yet, but seeing her respond like this, I can’t help but fucking want to mess with her. I close the door behind me as it slams shut, the lock clicking into place as I prowl towards her. That fucking body of hers had so much meat for me to hold. I want to ravage her with my cock as she screams. I bet she is fucking loud in bed.

I stop half a meter away from her before kneeling. I give her a wry smirk as her eyes widen. Recognising me. “You?” she squeaks, and I’m reminded how annoying her fucking voice is again. If she makes it through these games, I’ll have to occupy her mouth so I can’t hear her talk anymore. I clench my jaw, feeling irritated by her already.

“Yes, it’s the big bad wolf,” I scoff, watching as she curls up protectively, unintentionally pushing her huge fucking tits out, overflowing from her top that is sticking to her skin. “What do you want with me?” she cries again as I roll my eyes before I lean in closer. It’s always the same old fucking questions. I press my fingers to her mouth, shhing her. They’re so fucking soft. I brush my fingers over her lips, satisfied when they tremble.

“That depends on you,” I start as her brows pinch together, confused, her heart racing in her chest. She’s too dumb. I think the goddess spent more time on her breasts and ass than giving this chick any fucking brains. I swap my finger for my thumb, pulling on her lower lip. When she opens her mouth to speak, I slip my thumb into her hot, wet mouth. “Suck,” I command and she does. Just as I thought, weak. She didn’t even put up a fight. I don’t think she is even going to make it out of the first round.

“You gotta do better if you want to survive here, she wolf. I ain’t gonna take it easy on you,” she grimaces as I push my thumb in and out of her mouth. It’s sloppy, uncoordinated, and at the last second, she bites my thumb as I pull it from her mouth, laughing. Maybe I was wrong and there is a spark hidden below?

“Nice try, she wolf, but I like biters,” I taunt before I get up and walk out of her holding room, unlocking the door with my thumb. I can still see her teeth imprints etched on my skin. Hmmm, I kind of hope this one doesn’t win. I like pain and pleasure, but I’m not having my ears bleed every time she speaks. I close the door, making sure it’s locked. I give her one last look as she cowers in the corner. Pathetic. I can’t have a luna who is fucking scared of me.

I head to the third and final door, stopping outside as my father’s voice rings in my head. “I will not have a weak fucking son!” he growls before whipping his belt through the air, the audible whooshing sound before the leather connected with my back breaking the skin. I can still feel the skin pinch together at the memory. He would beat me every time I challenged him.

The last girl is Felicity is from the Moonstone pack. She is tall and slim but with curves. Such pale blue eyes they are almost silver and ombre hair a mix of blonde and mousy brown. I don’t like fake hair, but it works on her. It adds to her feistiness.

She’s a total badass when it comes to fighting. Reflexes I hadn’t seen before, she could out manoeuvre her opponents in seconds. The range of her skill was incredible. She was as fast as she was strong. Nimble, athletic and sexy as she wore tiny work out short and a sports bra to do it, her hair in a ponytail swishing with every step.

As I watch her through the small glass window in the door, it seems she has decided to stretch. Her ass raised up in my face as she bends over, reaching down over those long legs of hers before moving to the other side. The girl clearly knows what she is doing. I’m certain she heard me talking with Jessica.

I smirk if she is trying to win points. It’s fucking working. She is in tiny figure hugging dress that rides so high up her ass I can see her everything from here. The curve of her breasts as she sways from side-to-side catches my attention. I lick my lips as I watch her for a moment longer, my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

She stands up gradually before she flicks her straight hair over her shoulder, her eyes flashing as she smiles sweetly, rearranging her the top of her dress, if you can call it that, flaunting her boobs for me. She’s a tease alright, perhaps my perfect match, but as enticing as she is. It doesn’t matter. The games will begin in a few days, then it will down to the last one standing.