The Alpha broken mate
the announcer’s tone shifted to a mocking one, “the so-called Alpha of Northern Europe, Arthur of the Moonrise Pack!”
The crowd booed. My jaw clenched. I tried to center myself, to find my wolf within, but Excalibur was sluggish, suppressed by the poison coursing through my system.
The commentators’ voices crackled through the speakers as we circled each other.
“Well, this should be interesting,” one said with barely concealed amusement. “The mighty Alpha doesn’t look very mighty today, does he?”
“No, he certainly doesn’t,” his partner agreed. “I’m seeing a lot of unsteadiness in his stance. That’s not the posture of someone ready to dominate.”
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