Soul Bounded To The Alpha I Failed To Kill

CHAPTER ONE ~~. ~~ My heart hammered frantically against my chest as I approached the arena gates. My hands impulsively kept drifting to my satchel to feel the silver stake. Elijah had secretly forged it after years of trying. One of its kind and he’d entrusted me with it. Today will determine if it would either free my brother and all humans in sector zero or be the leading cause of my death. The morning wind was bitingly cold but that became the least of my worries when I came face to face with the citadel. My pulse quickened ând I clenched my hands into fists to keep them from shaking. Elijah’s words drifted back to me. “Get close enough, feel his heartbeat under the fur and drive the stake right through his heart”. I had prepared as much as I could, clad in my faded blue tunic that was split at the sides for movement. Tight pants. The only good boots I owned. Everything else I owned were rags, just like every other human in this cursed district. But today I was making a move to change that by walking into the Omega Games. A Game that was held once in five years and for the first time in decades, a human signed up. Me. Two huge Omega guards stiffened as I neared the entrance. Their nostrils flared, catching my human scent. “Look what we have here,” the bigger one sneered, revealing long canines. “A little girl got lost on her way to the bread line.” I met his eyes without flinching. “I’m here for the Games.” Laughter exploded from the guards. The leader stepped forward, his foul breath washing over me. “You’ll die in the first minute, human. But maybe I’ll have a taste of you first..” My hand moved before he finished speaking. I grabbed the wolfsbane - dipped dagger I’d chosen as my weapon and drove it up under his jaw, straight into the soft tissue of his brain. He dropped dead. I wouldn’t be accountable for it. It would’ve been the same if he had been the one to kill me. That was what it was like here. Survival of the fittest. The second guard roared and began to shift. I dropped low, swept his leg, and slashed the back of his tendon. Before he could scream, I finished him with a strike to the temple, making sure to cleanly cut through. He wasn’t dead but injured enough to be less of a nuisance. Silence fell over the other Omegas at the gate. They stared at me with raised brows but none of them came any closer. I wiped the blade on my tunic, stepped over the bodies, and walked into the tunnel that led to the arena floor. The roar of the crowd hit me. This was it. My one chance to kill the Alpha King and save Leo. I was either walking out as the winner… or I wasn’t walking out at all. Fifty Omegas were already locked in combat, fighting each other for the right to move to the next round. Blood oozed on the floors, lifeless bodies were trampled upon, injured wolves were getting finished off. I was thrown into the center of the fight. An Omega noticed me and charged, his claws extended. I moved out of his reach, retrieved my iron blade and fought back. I fought for myself. For Leo. For the freedom of all humans camped in Sector Zero. The wolves were closing in. Most ignored each other now, their heads snapping toward me the moment my human scent cut through the blood and sweat in the air. A few still battled stronger opponents they considered real threats, but the weaker Omegas saw me as the easy prey. “A human?” someone in the stands bellowed. The cry spread like wildfire. “A human in the Omega Games!” The roar of the crowd became deafening. Thousands of werewolves howling, stomping, chanting for my blood. Two Omegas lunged at me from opposite sides. I spun, slashing the first across the eyes with my iron blade. He screamed and staggered back, clutching his face. The second raked claws down my left arm before I could dodge. Hot pain flared, but I used the momentum, dropping low and driving my blade up into his ribs. Blood sprayed across my shirt. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. Another wolf charged. I twisted away, but his claws caught my shoulder, tearing fabric and skin. The sting fueled my rage. For Leo. I rammed my elbow into his throat, then finished him with a brutal strike to the temple. My breathing grew ragged. My muscles burned. Every second I survived felt like borrowed time. But I kept moving, ducking, slashing, using their size and rage against them. They were powerful, but they fought like beasts. Predictable. I fought like someone with nothing left to lose. “Mercy is for the dead, Akira. The living only have two choices: kill or be killed. You get to decide which one you want to be” The words Elijah seared into my soul since I was seven came back to me. I could feel my blood dripping to the floors as more claws slashed through my skin. I took a quick moment to glance around me. They were reducing in numbers but the strongest still remained, fighting off each other with less focus on me now. My breath came in rasps, my eyes blurry from sweat and blood. Two more rounds until it ended and the winner declared. I needed to survive. Not just survive. I needed to win. By all means. The crowd’s chant grew louder, pounding in my skull. “Kill the human!” “Kill the human!” “Kill the weak human!” I risked a glance toward the royal dais. And that was when the entire arena fell silent. The massive iron gates at the far end groaned open. Even the fighting Omegas froze, dropping to their knees in terror, head lowered to the ground. He had arrived.