Alphas broken mate

Fight number 1

It felt as if a switch was flipped in my head when the doors opened in front of me.

The troubled thoughts, mixed feelings and memories were gone, leaving me in a complete stillness. At this point I'm sure my body and wolf knew what this meant... that any moment now we would be in a space where nothing else matters... a place where our past did not exist... where your decisions or story did not matter.

There was only the ring and your enemy.

The only question is life or death... if you win and live to fight another day, or you are dead.

It was a simple question that had only two answers; yes or no, nothing else existed outside of it, at least for those few moments.

Without needing to be told what to do, I moved to the entrance. This was such a familiar routine now that I did not have to think or listen to what was going on, I just put one foot in front of the other. With each step I felt the last bits of my humanity slip away as more of my instincts kicked in.

Up to the point when I stepped into this ring the first time, I had never felt this connected with my wolf, connected with myself.

This place strips away everything, is a cruel, deadly place that makes life so much simpler, that much more real as there is no circumstances or anything that can save or help you, there is only you and your opponent, no one else to rely on other then yourself. In its own cruel way it was perfect.

As I stepped into the ring, at the back of my mind I heard the familiar shouts of the crowd as they welcomed me, cheered me on. This was not something I strived for but welcomed. For the first time in my life I was welcomed somewhere just for myself, for the name and title I had earned.

Sure most of the pack doesn't like, they do not understand me or want to understand me.

Unless it is in here, in this ring.

In here I'm their hero, the person all of them root for.

Sure, I know that this was a complete surface-level affection, that no one would even shed a tear if I died, but I like it like that... I prefer this sort of connection to the crowd. There have been enough people shedding tears over the years and I hated every single last one of those, so I valued this sort of superficial connection, it felt freeing. No one and nothing depended on me. My death would not mean anything to these people, well other than them losing a short-term source of entertainment, but this spot can and will be filled with any other unlucky soul that would end up in my position.

Pack Alpha was still in the middle of the ring, still baking in the cheers. He was one of the sort of people that loved the sound of their own voice and by the sound of it the crowd around us had the same opinion. They cheered him on as he introduced the poor should that ended up here as punishment or was stupid enough to sign up himself.

And by the looks of the men dragging him, it was the first one.

Not that it really mattered.

I had never asked why a person ended up or what was their story or reason.

Sure, the few that came because they heard the legend of the incredible omega fighter that had hundreds of deaths under their belt, these opponents made sure to let me know why they came here. Rarely did I let them finish their monologue and what they would do to me. Before they could finish their rants, their lifeless bodies would be on the floor as I watched their blood drip down my hands.

Those fight never felt like real fights. Sure there was a bit of pleasure in stopping them from talking, but they never put up enough of a fight to make this exiting, they did not have the fight in them that a person that was truly fighting for their lives had. Most of them did not understand the ring as ther ones like me did... the ones that understood the simple philosophy of the ring. This sort of opponents was the ones that brought the most to the table, the ones that gave enough of a fight for my wolf and gave me more adrenalin, peace and clarity after.

From the looks of it, the man in front of me falls under the third category of opponents, my least favorite to kill. These were the ones that were to scared to put up the fight, most of them didn't even run or try to fight back, they just begged and cried.

Well, I hope that my other opponent today will be better.

Finally, the alpha was done as he walked out of the ring to his seat on the balcony. Once he was a safe distance away, he raised his hand, signaling for the fight to start. His men threw the helpless, scared man into the middle of the ring and closed the gate after him, leaving him as a helpless prey for me to devour.

In a few short steps, I was on him.

The moment I stepped into the center of the stage I felt the hair at the back of my neck stand up... something was off...

It felt like someone was watching me, but that was stupid. There were hundreds of people staring at me, screaming at me to finish of the cowering man, but I never felt their gazes on me. Honestly, I rarely even heard them shouting at all, but it felt different... could it be him? No, he never cared for cruel and bloody things like this, he would never willingly go to see this... maybe I'm just thrown off because I saw him earlier today... yes, that will be it.

I had to physical shake my head to shake off this feeling that and concentrate on killing the crying man in front of me. For the first time the ring was not the sanctuary I craved for as my thoughts and body kept getting distracted by the mere thoughts of him.

Fuck you Daniel for ruining this for me.

With a new wave of anger, I ripped the guy's throat out and the crowd went wild.

For the first time since I stepped into this place, I did not get the feeling of calm and peace I get after a fight. The usual adrenal rush that washed everything away was not there. My thoughts were still racing and making it hard for me to concentrate on what was happening around me. At some point the body was dragged out of the ring, leaving me alone in the middle of the field, on stage of sorts in front of the crowd.

Over the noise of the crowd I could barely make out the pack alpha introducing my next opponent, but my mind kept tuning as I tried to figure out what went wrong. Why did I not feel I always do after a fight. There was this sinking feeling that everything was wrong, and it was only going to get worse.

The crowd went silent for a moment as the gate opened on the other side of the ring and I came face to face with my next opponent and my body froze for a completely different reason.

While shaking my head I stepped back as my breathing became uneven and dread filled my lungs. For the first time in years the reason why I loved this ring was the reason why I hated this ring.

This time the simple answer of one of us getting out of here alive while the other one would die will not work... not with him...