“Have you heard? The three true alphas are back. People are saying they returned because their presence is a mandatory one whenever the combat tournament is being held. But we all know they usually send their betas to represent them. Their coming this time is simple, to see their omega mate.” The master of the team, Mendoza was in, said, as they walked to the training house allocated to them early the next morning. His name was Ryan Patrick.l, Leo Patrick's elder brother and a master who taught the younger generations self-defense. He had been away for a long time taking care of tasks given to him by Cleopatra. But when he heard of his brother's death, he was granted permission to return by Cleopatra. He naturally had to choose his students when he heard of the combat tournament. And as fate would have it, Mendoza Barnes was one of them. Besides that, he had also heard some interesting rumors and came to the undiluted conclusion that the omega had something to do with his brother's

No sooner had Ryan and Mendoza walked away did a figure emerge from the darkness. He stood at a distance as he stared at the unconscious Freya. “I'm afraid there was an added ingredient to the bourbon.” Another man said, appearing beside him. The man walked up to Freya and bent over to take the empty bourbon bottle. He took it close to his nose and smelt it before he nodded in conviction. “Suro. They added sure to it.” Since it usually took more than ten bottles of bourbon to get a werewolf in his or her prime drunk, suro was an added ingredient made by werewolves to get them drunk faster. They often used it when they were sad and needed to forget about their problem for the time being. It did work, but one of its adverse side effects was that it stayed long in the body. Which usually leads to a really long and deep slumber by the one who took it. Mendoza knew of Freya's weak body, but because she didn't want anything to jeopardize her plan, she made sure to add suro to the bour

“I went through the list of contestants with Cleopatra and there was not a number 580, Hercules.” Adley frowned, looking up at him. “I was told he registered at the last minute. And since contestant number 579 didn't have an opponent, they had to make an exception for the late entry.” Hercules explained, taking his seat opposite her. “Well, I can't help but look forward to the fight.” Adley shrugged, rubbing her chins gently, “This rogue alpha is a female.” “You sound so enthusiastic, I'm left wondering if the concern you showed earlier was fake.” Hercules uttered, a small smile stretching across his face. “There's nothing that can be done about her partner. Besides, you already told her she can withdraw from the tournament if she thinks she can't continue.” Adley replied, excusing her behavior. “What can I say? You defend yourself in such a way that even I can't find fault with your words.” Hercules chuckled. “Well, that's one of the many charms of mine you love so much.” Adley

Hours after the first day tournament ended, in the training house allocated to Hercules' team, a figure emotionlessly punched the wall and didn't stop despite breaking her knuckles. "Well, look at that." Nebra tutted, walking towards her. "Training hard. That's a good one." Freya didn't pause to look at her. In fact, she didn't even hear Nebra. "If you continue doing that, your knuckles will shatter and you'll be unable to use it tomorrow since you have no healing properties." Nebra warned with a frown. However, Freya still didn't pause because she didn't hear her. Nebra's frown deepened as she walked over to where Freya stood and forcefully yanked her backward. "Stop!" Surprised by the sudden appearance, Freya's brain reacted as she threw a wide-range kick towards Nebra's heart region. Nebra saw it coming, grabbed onto the outstretched leg and threw it to the floor, knocking Freya down. Recognizing what had just happened, Freya got up immediately and apologized, "I'm sorry. I

“I guess I was thinking too much.” Nebra laughed softly, disappointment evident in her voice. “For a moment, I actually hoped we'd be related.” “It's fine. Uncle's wife did escape during the attack. A part of me hopes she'd still be alive. I was also hoping she was pregnant during that time.” Cleopatra said in consolation, getting up. “Yeah.” Nebra got up as well and walked out of the tent. For someone she only met yesterday, she didn't understand why she really hoped Freya was related to her. “Well, we don't always get what we want. I'll just make Freya my student. Speaking of that, what are they doing today?” Nebra mumbled to herself as she took her seat as one of the spectators. Thankfully, they were just about to begin. Lain climbed the stage to announce the rules of today's tournament. “Ten more contestants were added to the tournament yesterday. So that brings us to 300 contestants. Today, they'd be divided into groups of 3. Which leaves us with 100 groups. Your groups have