Chasing the Alpha

Pack Battle

Chapter 6

The field was full of energy as the intramural games went on. It was the Wolves University annual pack competition. The entire student body was out in full force, divided into their respective packs, each team wearing their colors with pride. The werewolves were eager, muscles tense, ready to compete in a series of physical and strategic challenges that were anything but ordinary.

I looked across the field., noticing that the stakes felt much higher than just winning a game. For werewolves, everything was about dominance and showing strength—an unspoken code that dictated their lives. It wasn’t just about the prize. It was about proving which pack had the upper hand, who could rise to the top, and, in some ways, who could lead in the future.

Skyla finally found me after the chaos of the earlier crowd, her face flushed but determined. “Amore, you won’t believe this. They’re about to start the main event—the Pack Battle.”

“The Pack Battle?” I raised an eyebrow, already feeling the excitement building in the air.

“Yeah. It’s intense. Each team gets one champion to represent them. The last one standing wins points for their entire pack. You know what that means, right?” She nudged me with a sly grin. “Prime’s going to be one of them.”

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. I tried to play it cool, but there was no hiding my curiosity. “So, who else is competing?”

Skyla’s eyes gleamed. “You know the usual alphas-in-training. But Prime? He’s going to destroy the competition.”

I scanned the field again, and there he was—Prime Darkclaw. Tall, broad, and intimidating, he stood at the edge of the arena, his pack surrounding him. The way he held himself exuded confidence, like he knew he was born for this. And with the way he had handled our earlier encounter, I had no doubt he’d dominate the field.

“They say this event is brutal,” Skyla continued, bouncing on her toes with excitement. “It’s not just about brute strength; strategy matters. The packs have to work together, but the alphas-in-training are the real stars.”

As the crowd roared with anticipation, a referee blew the whistle, signaling for the teams to line up. Each pack stood in their designated area, eyeing their opponents. Prime’s team, wearing dark blue, looked fierce, while the opposing pack, dressed in crimson, appeared equally formidable.

As Skyla and I made our way toward the bleachers, I heard Prime’s packmate talking to Giselle. “I saved you a seat next to Prime. He wanted to make sure you had the best view,” the packmate said with a smile.

Those words felt like daggers to my chest. Prime. The man who was supposed to be my mate. And yet here he was, making sure his so-called lover had a front-row seat to watch him play. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this—weak, hurt.

Skyla noticed my silence. “Amore, what’s wrong?”

I shook my head, forcing a smile. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t. The pain was real, and it was growing by the second. Without thinking, I made a decision. A crazy, reckless decision. I needed to distract myself, to show Prime what he was missing.

“Skyla, help me change into a cheerleading uniform,” I said, determination in my voice.

“What? Really?” Skyla’s eyes lit up, and she couldn’t hide her excitement. “This was part of our plan!”

“Exactly. I want Prime to see me. I want to capture his attention,” I said, my resolve hardening. “I won’t back down now.”

Together, we hurried to the nearby locker room. As I changed into the bright cheerleading outfit, I felt a mix of nerves and excitement. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places, making me feel confident. I glanced in the mirror, trying to imagine how Prime would react. Would he notice me? Would he care?

When I stepped out, Skyla beamed at me. “You look amazing! Let’s get back to the field!”

As we made our way back, I could feel eyes on me. It gave me a rush. I spotted a group from the opposing team, and one guy, tall with tousled hair, caught my attention. “Wow, look at that cheerleader! She’s hot!” he shouted, his voice ringing across the field.

The compliment sent a thrill through me. It was nice to be noticed, but I could feel Prime’s gaze shift toward the guy. His expression changed, and I sensed a storm brewing.

As the game started, chaos erupted on the field. The players from both sides moved with agility, and the crowd cheered loudly. My heart raced not just from the excitement but from the tension in the air. I could see Prime working hard, using both strength and strategy to gain an advantage.

But then I noticed him lock eyes with the guy who had complimented me. There was a fire in Prime’s gaze, and I could tell he was furious. The guy was playing well, but it was clear Prime was targeting him. I wanted to shout out a warning, to tell Prime to focus on the game, but the words wouldn’t come.

Suddenly, Prime charged at the guy, his movements aggressive and fierce. The crowd gasped as they collided. I felt a knot form in my stomach. This wasn’t just a game anymore. It was personal.

“Amore!” Skyla shouted, eyes wide with shock. “What’s going on?”

I watched, confusion and excitement flooding me. “I don’t know!” I exclaimed, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before me.

The referee quickly intervened, but the damage was done. Prime’s actions were too aggressive, and the officials had no choice but to disqualify him from the game. Gasps filled the air as people processed what had just happened.

I stood frozen, the realization dawning on me only as murmurs spread through the crowd. Prime was out of the game, and it was all happening right in front of me. I didn’t know why he was so angry, but I felt a thrill of excitement for the chaos around me.

Skyla pulled me aside, her face pale. “This is bad. What did you do?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything!” I protested, genuinely bewildered.

Just then, Calix appeared out of the crowd. He strode toward me, his expression serious. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the chaos.

“Calix! What are you doing?” I exclaimed, surprised.

He slipped off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “Change your outfit, Amore. You shouldn’t be out here like this.”

“Why?” I asked, confused.

He glanced back at the field, then turned to me, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Stop making Prime jealous, Amore.”