Semua Bab Claimed By The Ruthless Alpha: Bab 1 - Bab 5

The first blow split Tristan's lip. He tasted blood before he felt the pain. A hot, metallic tang spread across his tongue, and when he tried to swallow, his throat tightened around it. “Where is the money?” Declan was a notorious pimp. He owned the underground club where Tristan worked as a stripper, performing nightly for wealthy alphas who paid generously for the entertainment. But Tristan never saw a cent of that money. He had been working there to repay a debt Declan claimed Tristan’s family owed him, and until it was settled, he had little choice but to do as he was told. Declan was a man accustomed to having his way. His wealth and influence kept the staff obedient and his clients satisfied, while no one dared question his authority. Declan stood over him, his polished shoes planted on the concrete. He had removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, as though beating an omega half his own size was such a serious business. Tristan pressed a trembling h

His open palm struck Tristan's cheek with a loud sound. Tristan's head snapped to the side. His ear rang. His whole face burned, and the taste of blood flooded his mouth.Before he could breathe, Luke's fingers clamped around his jaw. His nails dug into the skin, deep, and Tristan felt them break through. Luke leaned close. There was nothing sweet left in his eyes.He spat in Tristan's face. It landed warm and wet on Tristan's cheek and began to slide down toward the corner of his mouth, slow and thick. Tristan couldn't move. He felt every inch of its path of what Luke spat on his face. It was worse than the slap. It was worse than Declan's fists. It told him exactly what he was worth to this man…nothing.Luke let go and flung him away. Tristan slammed into the wall and crumpled to the floor. Pain ripped through his ribs. The spit dripped from his chin onto his black shirt, and he wanted to scrub his face, to wipe it away, but his arms wouldn't obey him.Luke's polished shoe came down

The audience erupted. Some spectators cheered. Others exchanged uneasy glances. A man seated near the window leaned towards his companion.“He's actually here.”“I thought the Morettis would never allow him to return.”“They didn't. That's the point.”Tristan turned towards the arena.“He's a madman,” another spectator muttered. “I wouldn't want to be the man fighting him tonight, or the omega being claimed by him.”Tristan grew weaker. The moderator was announcing the alphas who were going to fight for him.The announcer raised his hand.“Make way for Damon Moretti!”The doors at the far end of the arena opened. Damon walked out.He wore black trousers and a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his expression was so cold that it seemed untouched by the noise surrounding him. He wasn't the largest man Tristan had seen that evening, but something about him made the others look less imposing.Perhaps it was the way he walked. H