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I will tear him apart! "Are you mad??? What has gotten into you?!! Are you trying to ruin my face??" I growled as I began to feel my wolf connecting with me, trying to come out and fight. Anger overwhelmed me and my eyes began to glow. I was ready to devour someone – not just anyone but Zayn. We both stood facing each other, our bodies tensed and ready for battle. I couldn't believe that Zayn was actually ready to fight with me, an Alpha, tall and broad-shouldered and he wasn't scared. Can you imagine this asshole?? A mere Omega, smaller in stature and whose strength is no match for me. I would crush his bones into a million pieces.

And then her tail was closed enough to the ring to catch fire. She let go of my neck and whimpered as the flames became more intense, and I managed to rip a claw out of her paw and tear her stomach with my own. Nejla roared at me, and she tore off a part of my ear. I growled loudly, pushed her down, and bit her mouth, tearing her wolf's lip. Fuming rage has spread upon me, and I keep tearing her neck, biting and ripping off her flesh. She did not make the slightest sound of submission, and I knew she would not; this was an honor fight: and death was the only way out.

The prince said as he scoffed. "We are yet to determine the victor of this fight. Why not shut your mouth and let us fight? Then, you can talk about your king after I've won the fight" I said with disdain. My words fueled his anger, I spoke with confidence, I knew I was going to win this fight. As the battle raged on, I reached deep within myself, tapping into the ancient powers that coursed through my veins. Flames erupted from my fingertips, engulfing my enemies in a fiery embrace. Drogo was charged on, she released her fire burning down our enemies.

Stephan challenged me to fight with him; he said that if he wins, he will kill me, but if I win, I get to do whatever I want. I noticed that he was fueled with rage, which would distract him. I accepted the challenge because I knew that I wouldn't play fair. I wanted to distract him so that I could finish him off. The fight started with Stephan swinging at me. I quickly dodged the blow and retaliated by slashing his face with my claws. Blood gushed out of his wound. I smirked to see that. I attacked him this time around, making sure that I stabbed him with the little knife I hid on my waist.

he spat, pressing me down. I struggled beneath him, refusing to give up. I closed my eyes and reached deep within myself, urging for the strength of my wolf. With a fierce growl, I tapped into that power, feeling it surge through my veins. I threw him off me and got to my feet. The rogue looked stunned, but quickly regained his composure, coming at me again. This time, I was ready. I fought with everything I had, finally managing to knock him to the ground. He lay there, groaning, as I stood over him, breathing heavily.

The mirror’s surface tugged like a tide at my bones. “You’re not fighting *for* me,” I said. “You’re fighting for compliance. There’s a difference.” I leaned into the pain, not away. “If you were really willing to fight for me,” I went on, “you’d be fighting *with* me. Against *this.* Against what it’s doing. I'm not trying to tuck me away in a pretty snowglobe, so I’ll stop making trouble.” He bared his teeth.

In that instant, the wolf within me rose to the surface, ready to defend those dear to me. I lunged at the intruder, engaging him in a fierce battle. He proved to be a formidable opponent, matching my every move with skill and precision. Our struggle escalated, the fight turning into a desperate clash of strength and determination. Despite my efforts, he managed to overpower me, pinning me beneath his weight. I fought against his hold, desperation fueling my struggle. Then, amidst the chaos, something shifted within me.

“But you don’t know me anymore.” He smirked, tilting his head. “Then prove it.” We stood there, eyes locked like enemies in a war. “You want power?” I asked. He nodded slowly. “You want control?” “Yes,” he whispered. “Then fight me,” I said. “But don’t ever think you’ll win.” Max grabbed my wrist suddenly, trying to pull me close. But I twisted fast, breaking his grip. “Too slow,” I hissed. His eyes flashed with anger. He lunged again, trying to pin me against the wall, but I ducked and pushed him back with all my strength. He stumbled, shocked.

He asks. “No one anymore. But after today, you can call me Alpha.” “FIGHT!” Alpha Felipe roars and I am on Jariah faster than he can process the words. I leap through the air, throwing my fist directly into his face. It lands with a satisfying crack and he stumbles back, blinking as I rush to land another blow. He maneuvers to the left, just avoiding a second hit, his body moving faster than I thought it would. I don’t want to waste my time on this fight, so I tap into my wolf, waiting for Jariah to make the next move. He parries forward, swiping out and missing.

The rogue woman recoiled, eyes wide with surprise, but quickly recovered, striking back with deadly precision. The fight escalated, violent, chaotic, and primal. Every strike, every movement, every breath was a test of strength, skill, and survival. I could feel Dresden at my side, our bond amplifying our power, our connection, our determination. Together, we were unstoppable, a force of nature, fierce and unyielding.