Hells Heir's Mate

Chapter 1 : 'The beast'

Sierra's POV 

I was preparing for a fight tonight at the underground, but only if i knew what was ahead i would have never gone...

I arrived at the underground in my black Camaro, i was itching for a fight. I entered the building but got stopped by the guards that blocked the door to the underground fighting rings. The one with the long scar done his eye stated, "Sorry no little girls are aloud in here!" 

The other one snickered at this. What they didn't know was I could have them on there ass in two seconds if i wanted. 

As i was about to give them a piece of my mind, a man walked through the door i recognised his face anywhere. It was Seth my fight organiser, i smiled as the guy looked at him fearfully. They knew that if he wanted someone dead he could have them dead.

"Ruthless K-9 there you are!" Seth screamed at me, he used my nickname infront of the guards to see if they would cower. He was kind of right. 

The guard with the scar on his face could even meet my eyes after he realised who he was talking to. In here I'm basically the best I have never lost a fight and I intend on keeping it that way. I put on my fighting outfit which was a black sports bra and some booty shorts with a wolf outline in the corner. As I got out the changing room I saw Seth sitting on one of the benches reserved for the Fighters and the organisers. 

"Hey Seth," as soon as I opened my mouth his blue bright eyes fell on me. He always had a weird thing for me but I only saw him as my brother. "who am I fighting today then." 

He looked down at the piece of paper in his lap and mumbled, "the beast." he was one of the unbeatables at the underground. Him and I were the only ones who have not been beaten once. 

I started to get excited, I know its weird I'm about to go into a fight with an unbeatable. But that's not why I'm exited the reason, I'm exited is for the rush I feel when I'm in the ring.  The rush is also the reason I have been kicked out of 16 schools is ls this year. Everyone has always said there is something wrong with me. That I don't belong and its because when I got hit in a fight before I laughed, yeah it stung but i thought it was funny how he thought he could get away with it. 

I got into the ring and waited for my opponent, he was about 6'5 very well built. It looked like he went to the gym alot. Yet that was not what caught my attention it was his devilish smirk, that was the only facial feature I could see, the rest of his face hidden under his hood. 

"FIGHTERS TO THE MIDDLE AND SHAKE HANDS!" Boomed the referee, I slowly walked to the middle and shook hands with him but before he let go he said something that confused me. "mate."