Tournament of Alphas

Chapter 7

I had her trapped between myself and the wall of stones behind her. Was it just me that could sense this abstract image of her?

I didn't know what it was exactly, but she wasn't as innocent as we were made to believe. But I will enjoy breaking it. The muscles in my arms tensed as I watched her struggle, trying to break free but I knew that she was unable to.

Not with me. My tongue rolled across my lip, my eyes trained on the Unclaimed Luna before me, taking her in. I could kill her...

The Unclaimed brought on both the urge to kill and to mate. I was rather frustrated with how she did it. I saw how she reacted to my cold, unforgiving eyes and how the radiating disappointment in her eyes made her all the more vulnerable.

Vulnerable to me.

"You don't have a lot of control here, Unclaimed. What makes you think you can hide your secrets behind dominance?"

Her head bowed in a submissive manner. My chest contorted and my breath altered into a woven fabric, allowing my vocals to drop into a low octave, and I emitted a growl. Her lips parted and her breathing became the key to my arousal.

"I- I don't have any secrets-"

"Bullshit," I snarled. She flinched at my voice and I was getting impatient.

"Well, well, I must say that this is surely a surprise. I wasn't expecting another male to join me," a new voice came to be. My eyes slowly glanced to the side, seeing a figure standing on the high rise of the waterfall, arms crossed.

A male who thought he was all that. Vincent.

"Cocky, aren't you?" I asked.

Vincent maneuvered down the rocks and joining us in a manner of time. I removed my arms from caging the Unclaimed and she took her window of opportunity to move, and her form raced to meet Vincent who was crouched by the water.

"Maybe, but at least I know what I want," Vincent snorted. Oh, he was going to pay for that one.

"Vincent..." The Unclaimed breathed out, her fingers tightly clamped shut around Vincent's bicep. Her hands didn't belong there. I shook my head as I waited for Vincent to show his true colours in about three... two... one...

"Vincent, thank God you're here! Please, help me... Gen-..."

"And you're already undressed. That saves me half the trouble. And on top of that, you won't be that hard to catch now," Vincent purred, his fingers snaked around her exposed wrists.

"What are you-... Vincent!" The female choked on her words. She had to learn the error of her ways I suppose.

Her eyes turned to me, begging me to intervene. "Genesis, please..."

I only shrugged.

"You surely won't mind, Genesis. I mean, she isn't your type anyway," Vincent's words taunted me to react, but I stood my ground. Giving a stone-hard demeanour.

"No, go right ahead. I don't need her." I waved a dismissive hand and went back to my original spot by the wall. The Unclaimed managed to push herself away from Vincent and made a run for it, quickly changing into her dress and sprinted off into the night.

"I love a good chase!" I turned my eyes the other way as Vincent raced after his prey, her voice shrieked throughout the woods. She screamed only one word:

"Genesis!" 

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My heart burned with a piercing ache shooting right through it, like a nail that had been sit in the coals to burn. To cause great pain. I could hear the chaotic scene behind me as Vincent chased after me and I had to run in all sorts of directions to avoid being struck down. My feet padded against the leaves, a sound I thought I'd never had the need to make but unfortunately, I did. 

Vincent's running was sloppy and unpractised because of the uneven pattern of switching from four limbs to his back legs but either way he was still fast. I looked over my shoulder to see Vincent leaping into the air, jaws open wide and clawed fingers stretched to catch me but another form quickly ripped Vincent out of his mid-jump, and both collided into the floor. My body was also brought down swiftly by a form too quick to even see until I was laid flat on the ground, back pressed firmly against the leaves. 

My captor or perhaps saviour stared down at me with blooded eyes. Angrily narrowed with an unturned lip showing his canines. "Genesis," I managed to somehow breathe out. 

My mind was tumbling over itself as I laid there in shock. My head spun to see Vincent being overpowered easily by another form. Fur that looked so soft it would dissipate between my fingers at the slightest touch, a washed-out essence of the moon itself perhaps. His muzzle was painted with blood as he tore Vincent apart whilst his losing opponent still breathed. 

Vincent yelped each time his victor ripped his intestines from his stomach, laying them on the forest floor in a brutal fashion.

The moving and breathing shadow above me bellowed an aggressive huff and I swear my body vibrated. Even as my body was not pressed against his. His head and eyes were trained on the silver creature who's head snapped as if his name was called. 

All I could hear were the sounds of animals. 

Again, I was confronted by hues of bright amber, their glow a dangerous red. A large chunk of flesh was clutched between his jaws but dropped to the ground with a slosh and patter, making my stomach contort. Out of discomfort of pleasure, I didn't know. Now I was aware of the shadow's eyes slowly turning to look at me and both forms stood over me, hovering and just...

staring at me. When I tried to squirm away, the silver Alpha roared aggressively but the contortion of his muscles spoke other things. Other desires. 

My eyes shifted to the Alpha that trapped me against himself and the ground and his body radiated. His muscles bulged and contorted, giving off the same signs of the first. 

Whatever they were doing, it was arousing. My thighs pressed together and ever so slowly started to rub together. Both of them paused in their animalistic conversation between each other to allow their noses to twitch. 

I couldn't say for sure, maybe at this point, I was going mad, but I swear the two of them were f*****g smiling.