Chapter 109 The Fight

Chapter 109 The Fight
Chapter 109

DARIUS

"This challenge is dangerous, Darius." Dorian paced across my room, running his hand through his hair. "If the school authorities find out about it, you could get suspended. Both of you could."

I looked up from where I sat on the edge of my bed. "Just suspension? Or is there something else added to it?"

"What?"

"The authorities would not want to mess with the heirs of two major packs by expelling us," I continued flatly. "They will slap us with a suspension at worst and make us do community service or something equally pointless. That is, it."

Dorian stopped pacing and stared at me. "You are not thinking clearly. Just let Caleb be. Walk away from this before it gets worse."

Something snapped inside me. "Leave me alone, Dorian. Fuck out of my life if all you are going to do is oppose me and make me look weak instead of supporting me."

The words came out harsher than I intended. I saw the hurt flash across his face immediately, sharp and unmistakable. His expression closed off, and he took a step back like I had physically struck him.

Guilt twisted in my chest. "Dorian, I—"

A knock sounded at the door before I could apologize.

Dorian walked over and checked through the peephole. He did not say anything to me. Just grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and left the room without a single word.

The door clicked shut behind him.

I squeezed my hands over my head and pressed my palms against my skull. "You are such an arsehole," I muttered to myself.

Atlas stirred in the back of my mind, restless and agitated. He had been like that ever since I issued the challenge to Caleb. Eager for the fight. Hungry for it.

I stayed in my room for the rest of the day, alternating between pacing and sitting in silence. I tried to focus on preparing mentally for the spar, but my thoughts kept drifting to Dorian's hurt expression. To Ravenna sitting on Caleb's lap at dinner. To the way she had looked at me whilst he kissed her cheek.

Everything felt like it was spiraling out of control.



As soon as evening approached, I pulled on a black hoodie and dark trousers. I checked my phone one last time—no messages—and then headed out.

The underground biker area sat on the far edge of campus, hidden behind a cluster of old maintenance buildings that nobody used anymore. Students had claimed it years ago and turned it into their own private venue for races, fights, and anything else the school would never officially approve.

When I arrived, the place was already packed. Students lined the walls and crowded around the center of the space, which had been transformed into a makeshift boxing ring. Ropes stretched between metal posts to mark the boundaries. Bright overhead lights illuminated the area, casting harsh shadows across everyone's faces.

I scanned the crowd and spotted Dorian near the back, talking to Samantha. She noticed me almost immediately. Dorian turned and his eyes met mine. He grabbed Samantha hand, pulling her away before I could even attempt to approach.

I sighed. I deserved that.

My gaze drifted across the crowd again, and then I saw Ravenna sitting on Caleb's lap.

My blood boiled instantly. She wore a white crop top that exposed her stomach and a pair of white black pants that barely covered anything. High-heeled boots reached her knees. She looked like she had dressed specifically to provoke me.

And it was working.

I crossed the room in long strides, pushing through the crowd until I reached the edge of the boxing area. Without thinking, I stepped over the rope boundary, grabbed Ravenna by the arm, and yanked her off Caleb's lap.

She stumbled but caught herself before hitting the floor.

"If you so much want Caleb to stick his fucking coc inside your damn puy," I bit out, "then find a room instead of parading yourself around like a whore."

The crowd went silent. Every single person in that space stopped talking and turned to stare at us.

I expected Ravenna to flinch. To look hurt or embarrassed or angry.

Instead, she straightened up and stared directly into my eyes. "Stop raging around like a lunatic every time you see me and Caleb together. People are beginning to say things that I do not like."

Before I could respond, she pulled a silver whistle from her pocket and blew it sharply. The piercing sound cut through the air.

"Welcome, everyone, to the special edition Alpha Heirs Fight!" she announced loudly, grinning at the crowd.

The students erupted into cheers and applause.

I stared at her in disbelief. "You cannot be serious."

"Oh, I am very serious." She stepped into the center of the ring and gestured for both Caleb and me to come forward.

Caleb stood up from where he had been sitting and walked over casually, hands in his pockets. He looked completely relaxed, like this was just another Tuesday evening for him.

I stayed where I was, glaring at Ravenna. "You are not going to be the referee for this."

"Yes, I am." She crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Unless you want to forfeit?"

"Ravenna—"

"Come forward, Darius," she interrupted. "Or are you scared?"

I clenched my jaw and stepped into the ring properly.

Ravenna positioned herself between us, looking at each of us in turn. "Alright, listen up. The rules are simple. No weapons. No outside interference. No biting. No claws. Fight ends when one of you cannot continue or when one of you submits. Understood?"

"Understood," Caleb responded immediately.

I did not answer. I just stared at her.

She leaned closer to me, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "You should back out of this dangerous game before it is too late, Darius."

"You should back out," I countered quietly. "Before you get hurt."

Her grin widened. "I like being in dangerous places. You should not worry about me. Worry about yourself."

I wanted to grab her and pull her out of this ring. I wanted to tell everyone to leave and cancel this entire stupid fight. But Atlas was growling in my head, demanding blood and violence and a chance to prove ourselves.

And part of me—the part that was furious and jealous and desperate—wanted the same thing.

I stepped back and pulled off my hoodie, tossing it outside the ring. Then I walked to the edge of the space where someone had set up a makeshift changing area behind a curtain.

I stripped down to just my black swim shorts and checked my reflection briefly in a cracked mirror someone had propped against the wall. My muscles were tense, ready. My eyes flickered gold for just a second before returning to their normal color.

When I stepped back into the ring, I caught Ravenna's eyes sweeping slowly over my body. Her gaze lingered on my chest, my arms, my stomach. When she finally looked up and met my eyes, I smirked and winked at her.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she covered it quickly by turning away and raising the whistle to her lips.

Caleb had also stripped down to just shorts. He stretched his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders, still looking completely unbothered by everything.

Ravenna positioned herself between us one last time. She looked at me, then at Caleb, then stepped backwards until she was outside the rope boundary.

She raised the whistle.

The crowd held its breath.

And then she blew it.

I did not wait. I ran straight at Caleb, closing the distance between us in seconds. I grabbed him around the waist, lifted him off his feet, and slammed him down onto the floor with all my strength.