My Ruthless Opponent Novels & Stories

There was no future for them. The man who was planning war against her pack. The man who wasn't hesitant to shed innocent blood. The man was known as the ruthless Alpha of the North. Her mom, Cath, Angela, Agatha, and her father stood at the entrance. But she straight on dashed into her room. Locking the door she leaned against it and slowly slid down. She hugged her knees to her chest and tears came falling out like a waterfall. Was it too much to ask for a good mate?

I announced. The people burst out in whispers at my statement. " I won't allow it. He can't change opponents this late." Alex said. " It's okay, I Saw this coming. " I whispered into his ears. Alex turned to look at me with a glare. " And you agreed to it? That man is known as the most ruthless killer in the whole of the land. My reputation 8s incomparable to his. He's not human, he won't hesitate to kill you " Alex deadpanned .

she said, sounding a bit scared. And she should be because she is damn right. Alexander Russo is someone, you don't want to be on the bad side of. The man is beyond ruthless, he tarnishes people, like an easy game. Power oozing from his personality. A reason he is called a wolf. I have seen that man, worked with him, he finishes his opponents even before they start playing and he finishes them bad enough to leave no hope of their rise. I won't be arrogant about my win against him. Because I very well know that I am just like this time.

on which he grabbed her by the arm and stuck her to the car. “I never consider my opponent weak because if the opponent is weak then it will not be fun to win ...” He touched the tip of the pistol to the side of her face as she held her breath as he stared into her golden blue eyes that were devoid of any emotion... “The opponent must be brave and courageous ... so that I can enjoy breaking it slowly ....”

Today might be that exact day. Who in the hell does this male think he is? Acid climbed up my throat, feeding my wild rage. He was a complete monster, a devil disguised as a handsome high alpha leader. There was absolutely nothing gentle about his soul. He must truly thrive on cruelty and causing other wolves to suffer. My right hand flew through the air before I could stop it and connected hard with his beautiful, chiseled face.

Alex's POV I walked into my organization with a smile and everyone scurried to their seats. James walked towards me with a grin on his face. "So are you ready to lose your company?" He asked. I looked at him before looking outside. "I don't think you should talking to me early in the morning." I answered He chuckled. "You're still arrogant." "I can't stop being arrogant, I'll fight to the end." "Death is the end," he reminded with a smirk. "Be ready to pay the price just like Lisa because you'll be the next person walking out of this organization."

I’m getting used to the whole thing, from getting the card to being blindfolded until you are at the ring, drinking the trending 10 minutes max poison, but what I can never get over is the ring itself, standing in front of your opponent knowing one of you has to die, would literally suck the air out of your lungs, it is a nightmare. My opponent this time is a huge fella, not as huge compared to my last underrated trauma, but he’s at least a medium-sized. If he has to look me straight in the eyes, he’d be looking down on me. He’s a young man looking like an old man with a fly away hairline, which goes way too far to the center of his head, with brown hair that looks dirty because of his poor

Its balance was perfect, its grip familiar, a solid, unyielding reality in a world that had become a nightmare of whispers and silence. He found a secluded corner of the training yard, a space framed by cold stone walls and overlooked by no windows. He did not want an audience. He did not want a partner. He wanted an opponent who would not hold back, who would not be intimidated by his crown, who would meet his fury with an equal and opposite force. He found one in Valen.

He was about to say something again, but I already pushed him to the side to leave. "Nikita, wait!!!" he called out. I turned my back to give him a rude middle finger. He smiled dotingly which made me more annoyed. How can he act so cool about it when I'm here and dying of hatred towards him. "Your Final fight is tomorrow, right? I did some research about your last opponent. His name is Alston. He's an Alpha. I want you to be careful from him. He's a dangerous opponent," he warned. I looked at him boredly, frowning at the thought of him thinking that I need his help. I obviously won't listen to him. I'd rather die in that ring that listens to his advises.

But I’m not about to hand him a backward compliment and cause a blow up, seeing as once his fuse is lit, it’s only a matter of time before it explodes. Too bad for me; he detonates anyway. A hand is fisted in my shirt and I’m being slammed against the wall before I have a chance to blink, let alone react. Once my brain registers what just happened, I lock eyes with him. “Don’t start with that bullshit, Orlov.” He’s seething, fury written all over his face. Bubbling below the surface, waiting to be unleashed.His rage is nothing new, especially on the ice. He’s one of the most ruthless opponents I’ve played against in the past thirteen years. Hell, I’ve seen that fury come to life firsthand a