Rebel Luna & Her Alpha Mates

Devil's Paradise

Vincent Knight.

"Why are we here?" Vincent groaned.

"Oh come on this is a prime night," Nathaniel smacked his hand onto Vincent's shoulder. "Come on I got us the VIP room it's a better view of the main event," Rubbing his hands together he grinned nodding his head at Vincent to follow.

Rolling his eyes Vincent followed his friend annoyed he was here at all. Walking into the room he was mildly impressed for a notoriously inappropriate club there VIP rooms were quit nice.

"Come on we sit out here to watch the show," Nathaniel waved him to follow. Stepping out onto the balcony Vincent took a seat looking out at the club. He had to admit it was an amazing view of everything escpecially the ring. Was this why his annoying second in command dragged him here? He had no interest in watching two men beat the crap out of one another. It was a waste of time, his pack trained and spared daily why would he need to go out to watch something he saw daily?

"What can I get you gentleman?" A waitress sauntered into the room in only lingerie her soft pink skin sparkled as the light hit it. Her white hair pinned up in a bun allowing her horns to peak out her black eyes locking onto them.

"We will get two scotches on the rocks," Nathaniel grinned at the waitress his eyes roaming all over her body.

"Got it, be right back," She winked at his friend before sauntering out of the room.

"You're the worst," Vincent jabbed his elbow into his friends stomach making him cough out. "Keep it in your pants I didn't waste my night for you to get laid,"

"You're right I'm sorry alpha," he bowed his head in shame.

"It's okay Nate," Sighing he playfully pushed Nathaniels shoulder. "Now what is so great about tonight?" Turning his attention back to the ring.

"King's fighting tonight,"

"King?" Vincents head snapped towards his friend.

"Yeah I knew you would want to see it," Nathaniel mischievously grinned.

Looking out at the ring Vincent felt a rush of excitment. He had been trying to catch the infamous King to enlist his help, but the guy was always just out of reach like a ghost. He had begun thinking this King didn't really exist that all those stories where just that stories. Now looking out at the club and the ring he couldn't help but feel that famailiar spark of hope.

Elizabeth King.

"You're up King," A bald man poked into her change room.

"Got it," Elizabeth waved at the man. "I'll be out in a minute,"

Nodding the man disappeared leaving Elizabeth alone once again. Sighing she tilted her head back looking up at the ceiling. It's weird how much someone can change and how they stay the same all at once. Shaking off the stress she rolled her neck back and forth groaning as it cracked. Lifting her head back up her hazel eyes looking back at her. Locking it all up and pushing it down her cool mask of indifference falling into place. Turning she left her room walking down the hall to the door leading into the main part of the club and the ring.

"Malik the bear has challenged none other then King!" The voice boomed just as the door swung open Elizabeth walking out. Her hood covering her face from the waiting crowd. Getting into the ring she tossed her hood back an amused smirk on her face hearing the gasps of those who had never seen her before.

Most think King is a guy, not realizing it is just a last name. They always assume it’s a first name and that she's some six foot three mountain man. It was entertaining destroying the delusional assumptions so many have made. Not that she was completely complaining all those ridiculous assumptions allowed her to slip in and out of places undetected. The only thing sweeter then that was there reaction when she actually wins. It's truly priceless.

Tossing her sweater at the red head standing by the ring. Catching it the woman nodded at Elizabeth stepping back. Turning her attention to the big brute on the other end of the ring she couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. Growling the man stepped forward glaring down at Elizabeth.

"I thought you would be bigger," Malik taunted.

"Don't worry honey the bigger they are the harder they fall," She winked at him making him growl louder.

Stepping inbetween them the ringmaster tipped his hat at the crowd while lifting the microphone to his mouth.

"Ladies and gents we have the bear shifter in this corner. Malik the beast," He gestured toward the brute. "And the infamous King in this corner," He glanced at her and winked.

"This fight doesn’t end until one of you is incompasitated or taps out," The ringmaster warned glaring up at the bear shifter.

Backing away he lifted his arms just as his back hit the ropes. "Fight!" He shouted swinging his arms down before ducking and rolling out of the ring.

Not wasting any time the giant bear shifter shot one of his hairy fists towards her. Shifting herself to the side she shot her arm out right hooking him in the side. Grunting he stumble back pressing his hand into his side. He looked both surprised and pissed she had landed a hit. Getting into a fighting stance she readied herself for him to charge at her again.

Jumping at her he made it only a few steps before Elizabeth was right there uppercutting him. Flying back he landed loudly on his back. Growling he shot up to his feet hair starting to sprout on his body.

"No shifting!" The ringmasters voice boomed through the speakers halting the man.

With a grunt the hair slowly retracted. Charging at her again his fists swinging in an impressive speed for a bear shifter. Usually they are great for brute strength but tended to be on the slower side. This one clearly works hard on his training to be moving at the speed he was as he swung fist after fist.

It always amuses her when they assume she must be weaker being a hybrid, but what they never seem to get is that she’s actually stronger. It's okay though she has no issues teaching them why not to f**k with King. Moving at a speed humans couldn't track she laid punch after punch knocking the brute to the ground. Stepping back she watched him slowly get back to his feet his breaths coming out in pants.

No matter how many times she knocked him down he still kept trying. She was a little impressed he had made it this long. Blocking his hit she tackled him to the ground quickly getting him into an armbar. With one quick move he shouted out in pain a loud crack ringing around the room.

"Done?" She asked leaning over him.

"Obomination," He growled at her.

Her eyes began to glow golden her face contorting into anger. Without another thought she pounced on him landing blow after blow until he was left bloody and unconscious. Growling she got to her feet. Looking out at the silent crowd she then shot her blood fists into the air. The crowd broke out into hoots and hollers.

"King! King! King!" They chanted loudly.

"The champion is the one and only King!” The ring master boomed, grabbing her wrist he lifted there arms up the crowd roaring with excitment.

Lowering his microphone he leaned over to her ear.

"Boss wants to see yeah," He whispered into her ear before straightening and lifting the microphone.

Nodding the two fist bumped before she got out of the ring making her way through the crowd to the back. Hands patted her shoulders, people congratulating her. Ignoring the annoyance rising at strangers touching her she slipped through the crowd darting into the back area.

Rushing into her room she sighed closing the door. Going into her private bathroom she quickly showered and changed into a pair of skin tight leather pants, her favourite black steel toe boots, a white tank top and her leather jacket. Blow drying her hair she quickly applied some mascara and lip gloss. She wasn't big on lots of makeup, she found a little mascara and lip gloss went a long way.

Stepping out of the bathroom her smile dropped at the sight of Domino sitting in her favourite chair. Objectively speaking he was an attractive male, but she made it a rule to never get mixed up with an incubus. Also he was her boss and best friend. He had found her all those years ago. He had helped her and in return she has always stuck by his side.