Alphas broken mate

Fight number 2 goes differently then expected

My heart was beating so fast in m chest but for completely different reasons than usual, as I stared at my opponent.

Seeing him before was one thing, but it is nothing compared to meeting in the ring.

There is no way he is here challenging me for a fight, a fight I could not refuse.

No... no... no...

"We have a new opponent for our fierce beast tonight. This time it is Daniel from the Midnight pack. He came as on his own free will to challenge our fierce beast for her title as the most powerful fighter in all the lands."

When I heard the name of my family's pack I almost fell to the ground as the crowd roared around us, but I did not hear any of it.

Hearing that name out loud after all these years, it felt like each salable shot me through my chest. Pain spread throughout my body, and it almost made my knees buckle again as the name of my parents pack echoed in my head. At the last moment before face planting into the harsh pavement, I steadied myself and looked up. It was out of pure instinct, not something I did while thinking about it. When I looked at that painfully familiar face, I regretted looking that much more, because even looking at him hurt.

The little silence and piece that I as clinging to was gone. The blank, quiet mind was gone, as all the memories were back with a new force hitting me like an avalanche of dark and body snow, squeezing the last bits of air out of my lungs.

Without realizing what I was doing, I stepped back needing to move, to put as much space between me and the alpha in this room as possible, hoping that I could run away from what I was feeling right now as I did all these years ago. One step after another, until my back hit the back wall of the small arena, making me realize that I was completely trapped right now, with no way out of this... for the first time, I was not the predator in this ring, but the prey that fell right into the paws of the smirking man in front of me.

My heart was beating so fast that I was sure it would break out of my chest at any moment. My feet were about to buckle when nausea started to rise, but I managed to swallow down the bill that was rising up my throat.

The crowd erupted into another wave of screams after something the pack alpha said, getting them even more railed up. But the man in front of me did not pay the pack alpha of the crowd any attention. All of his attention and concentration were completely on me.

I guess no else noticed my reaction or did not care enough about what I was going through, because they kept cheering on. A few screams of something along the lines of that I was going to obliterate my opponent slipped through the panic that was making me frieze in the middle of this arena, making it clear no one cared to look at me to notice the state I was in. If they would have look even a bit closer, they would see that I was not in a state where I could win anything, especially not against an alpha like Daniel.

Ignoring the alpha and the crowd, Daniel started slowly walking in my direction. He moved at a slow, self-assured pace that I had always seen him move in, it was almost like a business card of his. He walked until he stood right in front of me, stopping just a foot away, way closer than anyone willingly ever stood, and I could not stop myself from looking up at him. It was something so natural, that I could not stop myself from doing it... and I hated myself for doing it.

Shit, looking him in the eyes after all these years still had the same effect on me. Hell, those f*****g deep blue eyes that haunted my nightmares... the same eyes I loved for so many years...

Why did he have to come here?

Why couldn't they all leave me alone?

Was it too much to ask?

Hopelessness filled my chest as another wave of need to run filled me as I was getting overwhelmed from the sheer closeness to him.

My eyes started to dart around as the idea of running crossed my mind again, but I knew that it would be difficult to do it if not impossible. I have seen countless people trying to run out of the arena in hopes of running away from all this, only to be thrown back immediately with much harsher opponents to face.

Sure, I was faster and stronger than most of them and I might get past the pack, but I would still be too slow to run from Daniel, he knew me too well... not to mention he was as strong and as fast as me... if not faster and stronger... And guessing from the look in his eyes, he would catch up no matter what.

Shit.

Why now?

Not that any latter date would change any of this...

I would never be ready to face him again, not after what happened.

It took a lot of effort for me to try breathing, but his scent was too strong now, it was empowering me in ways I could barely explain or understand. He was too close to me to form any sort of sensible thought or plan.

FUCK.

I tried to think of what to do, but I knew that the only way out of this was to fight him... to kill him...

My wolf felt conflicted at the thought, but I did not give her a chance to disagree.

I was going to do it if it meant that the piece I felt in the arena would return.

If I had any chance to make this happen, I had to move fast, really fast.

Without any warning or thinking, I jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. He was not surprised by this at all, no instead he was laughing, making it clear that he was not scared of me and a part of me expected this reaction from him. Opposite to this pack alpha, there wasn't a trace of fear in this man's scent or eyes. As I took a deep breath, I could only detect traces of sadness, pain and hope.

I pinned him down with my knees, ready to slice his neck, to rip his throat out, but at the very last second, I hesitated. i

It was just a moment, but he saw his window and took it like he always did.

Using his whole body, he flipped me over, landing on top of me.

His hands were holding mine in place as his thighs pressed mine together, making it impossible for me to move even an inch, a pose I was very familiar with. He always used the same tactic, even when we were kids, but I still fall for it every time.

He always knew my weak points and how to use them without hurting me, but winning,

And just like back when we were teens, he was leaning over me. With his face was so close to mine.

With those same sad eyes staring into mine as a small smirk filled his lips.

"I won, Erin."

It has been so long since I heard anyone call me that... It has been so long since anyone talked to me in any sort of familiar way... It has been so long since anyone smiled at me...

One last time I tried to throw him off, but there was no use, he was too strong and too heavy for me to do that.

I felt a single tear running down my cheek as I looked at the painfully familiar face leaning over mine. It has been years since I last cried or felt anything like this. As that tear rolled to the ground, I gave up and signaling that I was defeated, because I knew that he was the one person that I couldn't kill, no matter how much I wanted to do it, there is no way I could bring myself to hurt him physically on purpose. I didn't even have it in me to fight him. This match wouldn't end any other way than me forfeiting. If I was the one to win, the pack alpha would make me kill him and that was not going to happen.

So this had to be my first and last loss in this ring, because I am sure that they would not let me live after loosing.