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He pinned her to a tree “Do not move, I won’t take too long.” She rolled her eyes and scoffed. He looked at her more sternly and she shrugged and nodded. He ran in the direction of the oncoming men. She watched his accurate movements, the three of them circled him and attacked. He ducked when a punch came, and moved sideways to avoid the jab of a knife. Xavier pulled out his sword and slit a throat. He wiped some blood from his face, he faced the remaining two.

The battle for Selene had begun. A vicious, swirling fight ensued. Only the snapping of jaws, growling and yelping could be heard as the entire town stood dumbly to watch this death match. I couldn’t look at Selene, if I saw the state of her in her dress, my heart would have broken and I’d have been quickly injured. Instead I drove on, chasing Julien down grabbing his hind leg in my teeth and dragging to the floor. Jumping on him I went for his neck.

With a stiff frame and an angry aura, he moved between me and them. He spoke in a cold tone. "I'll tear you to pieces if you touch her." The fighters paused. However, only for a moment. Then they ran. Darius attacked them. Blood, teeth, and claws. It was a vicious brawl. Barbaric. Darius was winning, too. Dazed, my eyes swimming, I watched. Even though my body was failing me, I was unable to turn away. Then—I felt sick to my stomach. I felt the most excruciating ache yet.

Darius stayed on his feet, sword raised, body between me and the ridge. Tomas had already pulled Seraphina off her horse and shoved her behind a boulder, using her as a temporary shield while he drew his blade. “Stay low!” Tomas yelled. The Emperor’s men charged down the slope, boots kicking up dust. Ten against four, and one of us wounded, another a prisoner. Darius met the first attacker head-on. Their swords clashed with a ringing sound that echoed off the rocks. He moved slower than usual because of the fever and blood loss, but every strike was precise and furious.

My warriors moved in perfect formation, cutting down Darius’s pack like they had been waiting for this war the whole damn year. In less than minutes, the dirt was soaked with Bloodfang warriors. Their dead. Their wounded. Their screams. Their bodies falling like weak prey. Darius watched his men fall— and the coward finally cracked. He staggered away, shoving off one of his betas when they tried to steady him. “Get me—get me to the damn car!” he hissed, panicked. Lyra scrambled after him, still shrieking like a banshee. “DARIUS! YOU CAME HERE IN A FUCKING HORSE> YOU’RE JUST LEAVING ME? WHAT ABOUT ME?! YOU SAID—”

"You were like a broken compass—spinning out. When Kael bit you, we all settled, too. We’re connected now." "A Reverse Harem of necessity," she muttered, pulling her collar high. "A pact of survival," Rhys corrected. "Now, we play hockey. And we play by Darius's rules, because we need the access. We need to find the proof he's still running the Forced Fighting Ring." Morning practice was brutal, a high-stakes performance played under the watchful scrutiny of Alpha Darius and his enforcers in the upper box. Darius himself was a man who smelled of power and old money. He walked onto the ice during the first drill, stopping directly in front of Elara.

He cursed as he stood up. Darius growled as he clashed into a rogue, slamming into him hard. His claws raked the feeble armor he had on. The warrior swung his sword in a wide arc, barely deflecting the claws that would have torn his face into multiple layers. Darius smiled at the fellow just before he grabbed another dagger from his waist and stabbed the man in the right eye. A howl of pain rent the air instantly. Darius retrieved the knife and promptly stabbed it into the man’s neck. A crash landed on the earth with another rogue down.

he roared, but his men hesitated. I could see the fear in their eyes, their reluctance to fight for a man they despised. It only fueled my resolve. Darius charged at me, but he was slow and predictable. I dodged his attack and struck again, this time slashing his arm. He roared in pain, his movements growing wilder, more desperate. “Fight, you cowards!” he screamed at his men. But they didn’t move. One by one, they began to lower their weapons. Some even stepped back, distancing themselves from the chaos.

Darius said, "I might hate the guy, but it would hurt my mother." "I can do it." I suggested, "I have wanted to do that for a long time anyway." Darius growled again and took a fighting stance, "I can’t let you do that." I shrugged my shoulders, "so how do we finish this?" "We fight." Darius said, "I came to kill you, and I need to either kill you or die trying." "And that would start a war anyway, so no. I will not fight you." Darius growled and stalked closer, "you’re a coward too."

Glass shattered; debris clattered to the floor. Darius recovered quickly, his face twisted with hatred. He charged, and we met in the center of the room with a thunderous crash—fists flying, rage fueling every blow. I fought for Lilly, for everything Darius threatened to take. Darius was well-trained—even in his drunken state, he was still strong. “Give me a try,” Lotus whispered. I let him take over, knowing that if we shifted, Lilly might get hurt. Lotus took control, and in one deep breath, he summoned all the elements. There was no way Darius would win. They would swoop in, unknowingly helping Lotus bring him down.