All Chapters of The Alpha Banished Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ARIA POV The moment the announcer finished speaking, the air changed. You know that feeling before a storm breaks? That heavy silence. That tight pressure in your chest. Yeah. That. The giant man across from me didn’t rush. Didn’t roar. Didn’t even flex. He just… walked. Slow. Heavy. Each step thudded against the arena floor like a warning meant only for me. My heart beat faster. Okay. Think, Aria. Think. Fighting him head-on was stupid. Even I could see that. The way his shoulders rolled with quiet strength… the way the crowd reacted to him… This man was used to winning. Used to breaking people. Used to ending fights fast. My throat went dry. But I forced my feet to stay planted. Forced my chin to lift. Forced my voice to work. “Wait.” My words echoed smaller than I wanted. The Alpha Slayer didn’t stop. Not even a little. Great. I swallowed, then tried again, louder this time. “Hey— we can talk first!” Still nothing. He kept coming. Slow. Steady.

For one long second after I spoke— Everything went still. Not the crowd. Not the wind. Not even the giant man in front of me. But something inside me. Something deep. Something old. My fingers slowly curled into fists at my sides. I could feel it now. The power. Not wild like before. Not out of control. It was there. Listening. Waiting for me. My breathing slowed. In… Out… Across from me, the Alpha Slayer narrowed his eyes. He felt it too. Good. Very good. “You finally ready to stop running?” he rumbled, rolling his shoulders like this was just another easy fight for him. My lips curved slightly. “I was never running,” I said quietly. Then— I moved. Not back. Not sideways. Forward. FAST. The ground cracked under my foot as I pushed off. Gasps exploded from the crowd. The Alpha Slayer lifted his sword— —but this time— I didn’t dodge. I raised my hand. And pushed. The air around him twisted. For half a second— He didn’t understand. Then— BOOM!

The word still rang in the air. BEGIN. For a split second, everything went quiet inside my head. Not the arena. The arena was still roaring. Still shaking. Still alive with thousands of eyes watching me. But inside me… There was silence. Deep. Heavy. Focused. I inhaled slowly through my nose. Control. That was what my father wanted. That was what I needed. Across the arena, the Alpha Slayer rolled his shoulders once, sword glinting under the harsh arena lights. His grin was still there — sharp and confident — like he was sure this round would end very differently. My fingers flexed slowly at my sides. Not this time. Not again. I bent my knees slightly, lowering my center of gravity the way Donald had drilled into me again and again. Balance first. Then movement. The Alpha Slayer moved first. Fast. Faster than before. His boots slammed against the arena floor as he rushed forward with a low growl, sword cutting through the air in a wide, brutal arc aimed stra

The world was still spinning when Gordon rushed me again. Dust filled the air. The crowd was screaming so loud my ears rang. But something inside me… Changed. I pushed my palms against the ground and forced myself up slowly. My legs trembled. My arms ached. My breathing was rough and heavy. Across the arena, Gordon paced toward me again, huge and steady like a moving mountain. The crowd was already chanting his name. “GORDON!” “GORDON!” “FINISH HER!” I wiped the dust from the corner of my mouth and lifted my head. Enough. I was done being thrown around. Done being the weak girl in the middle of their game. My fingers curled slowly. Deep inside my chest… That heat returned. Warm. Bright. Alive. Gordon lowered his massive body again and lunged forward with full force. This time— I didn’t move back. At the very last second, I stepped forward instead. The moment shocked even me. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Gordon’s huge paw swung toward me— I ducked un

The world tilted slowly. Not because the ground moved… But because I could barely hold myself up anymore. Every breath I took burned in my chest. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. Across from me, Dragon stood tall and steady, like the fight had only just begun for him. For me… It already felt like the end. The crowd’s voices rolled over the arena like thunder. “DRAGON!” “FINISH IT!” “END HER!” Their voices pressed against my ears, loud and wild. I forced my shaking hands into the dirt and pushed myself up. Slowly. Painfully. My knees wobbled the moment I stood. Dragon watched me carefully. Not mocking. Not angry. Just… waiting. Like he knew exactly what would happen next. I swallowed hard and lifted my chin. “I’m… not done,” I said, though my voice came out weak. Dragon’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You should be,” he replied calmly. Then he moved. Not fast. Not rushed. Just one smooth step forward— But the air shifted. My wolf stirred