Chapter 167 When He Shows His Face
Calhoun's POV
And true to my predictions, the masked man wins the race. It was clear he'd win, right from the way he even began it all. Effortlessly passed
through stages, except for the swimming part where he came out last. But he still won in the end.
I am still flabbergasted at the sight of his wolf earlier because I can't recall the last time I saw such a huge wolf.
It was big and over six feet tall. Something which struck fear in the hearts of men and women, because of how fearful it looked.
And I doubt anyone in my pack's wolf is as large as his, so it's obvious he's not from the Greyhound pack.
Who is he?
How did he even know about the
Greyhound pack run? I am starting to think he doesn't even come from any neighboring pack.
"And our winner is the masked man," the whistleblower declares, lifting the masked man's hand.
The audience erupts in screams. Cheering and chanting 'Masked man.' The accolades are enough to make him raise his shoulders.
No one can see the expression on his face because he's yet to take that mask. But it's obvious he enjoys the praises.
And I am curious to know his real identity. Where exactly did he come from and how did he have such a large and robust black wolf?
While making his request, he'll
eventually take off the mask.
And on the other hand, he looks big
enough to work for me, I can make
him one of my men.
That's if he'll agree to join them
because he seems way too proud for his own good.
The peals of excitement are yet to be cut short. Before the race began, everyone had their favorites until they saw how skillful he is.
I don't know when my gaze mistakenly avert to Kristen, just in time to see her shoulders sagging in worry.
"Are you okay?" I ask with concern. I am sure worry is bringing out lines on my forehead.
Kristen clamps her lips together as she vigorously nods in response.
"Do you feel nauseous?" I can't help but ask because my mind keeps pinning on pregnancy, even when I am not so sure about it. She's been acting weird right before the race even
started.
"You don't have to worry about me, Calhoun," Kristen smiles at me but it's not with her eyes. And then, I know it's all fake.
"Something isn't right with you," I don't mind rounding up quickly and dismissing everyone just to attend to
her.
"Don't turn away, look at me," My voice is thick when Kristen tries to put
her gaze away from me.
She releases a breath before maintaining eye contact with me.
There, I can see it all. Something has been taking a turmoil on her and she's finding it hard to make it known to me. It's evident in her hazel eyes.
"You should know better than to keep things away from me, I am your husband," I remind her, ignoring everyone and everything going around
me.
"I told you I'm okay, just stop treating me like a kid!" Kristen suddenly snaps and pulls her hand away from mine.
This act leaves me speechless...and it hurts. Just like a stab in my chest.
Why is she being this way?
Did I offend her unknowingly?
And I am not given enough time to question her.
Because the masked man is already here.
After taking one last look at Kristen, I rise to my feet.
"Everyone, look who we have here. Our
winner!" My finger is already jerked in the direction of the man, and people applaud him once more.
But the noise quickly dies down when
he raises his hand as if he has something to say.
"Yes, go ahead,"
The man beside him hands him the
mic, and he wraps his hand around the mic before looking at me.
Wait a minute..why are those eyes so
familiar? This is not the first time he's standing in front of me, but I didn't
bother to take a proper look at his eyes
earlier. And now that I have, they remind me of someone.
"Alpha Calhoun, you promised to
grant the winner his wish," The masked man reminds me as if he
thinks I was bluffing when I made such a declaration earlier.
Except his voice doesn't sound the
same as that person. It's rather ominous because it's reverberating from the mask.
"Yes, state your wish and it will be granted," I hesitate before responding because it's almost like he wants to
demand something that I'll be unable to give.
"What if it's to engage in a duel with you?" The masked man pops this question.
Silence takes over the ambiance like a
graveyard because people are listening intently, waiting for my answer. "You want to fight with me?" I look at
him, really look at him. Because it seems he has something up to his sleeves.
"It's just a question, Alpha," I can detect the amusement from his voice.
"Why would you want to fight me?" Throwing my arms across my chest, I raise a curious brow at him.
"If eventually we wrestle and you get
to lose, will it make people lose their respect for you?" Masked man's questions throw me off guard because
it never crossed my mind that he would ask such.
What is he trying to do? Make me look
like a fool in front of all these people? But a snort escapes from my nostrils
because he seems way too bold and challenging. I can sense my beta frowning from my side, clearly upset
by the questions of the masked man, turned winner.
"You're yet to respond, Alpha Calhoun,
"Masked man seems rather eager to get my response.
"No one has ever defeated me before,"
I make this known to him, something which isn't even a lie.
"But you were astonished when you
saw my wolf earlier, and I'll bet it's
two times larger than yours," The masked man continues stubbornly. "Enough!" An impatient Bruce snaps. He's so angry for my sake.
And Masked Man chuckles, finding
this funny. Reverting my head to my beta I say, Stay out of this,"
"He seems too cunning and dubious,"
"
Bruce points out, with the hot rage on his face growing even worse.
"He's the winner after all, he's allowed to ask questions before making his wish." Slowly, I tell Bruce
because he's not supposed to be
angrier than me.
"Not like this," Bruce shakes his head
at me, and I can see his fangs already baring. "Just don't do anything," I warn.
"I can't wait to see him remove his
mask so I can pummel his face to my satisfaction," my beta growls, glaring icily at the masked man who in turn is
as calm as a sheep. "That's enough," I warn sternly,
giving no room for further persistence. Turning back to the masked man, I put on one of my infamous smirks.
"Do you still want to fight me?"
"No! Don't listen to him, Calhoun!"
Kristen yells as she jumps in our
midst. For a moment I forget she's
near.
"What are you doing here?" I ask with a slight frown. "There's something you need to
know.., about this man.." Kristen pants
and puffs before pointing at the
masked man.
And I hear a chuckle coming from the and upon returning my
said
person,
attention to him, I see him holding his mic up to his mouth once more.
"I think it's time for my wish, Alpha
Calhoun," he tells me. "No...Calhoun..you have to stop him now," Kristen has so much fear on her
face as she puts her hand on my arm. "It's the Luna of this pack, I need you
to release her, so she can be with me." Eventually, the masked man's voice
still rings out through his mic. He
didn't even wait for me to give him a go -ahead.
His words makes the whole world narrow around me
And all I can recognize is my anger
leveling up.
I see red for a few seconds, and I can
feel my hands balling into fists.
"Come again, perhaps I misheard you,
||
I say, even though I heard him correctly.
"Kristen, your wife! She's the reason I
completed this pack run. I want her," he yells into the mic this time. And it's just the last straw. "The fuck are you talking about!" I
roar, losing all of my patience and welcoming every bit of rage. "You will see," he chuckles once more
and takes a step backward from me. "No, no, no..you have to stop him,
Calhoun." Kristen squeezes my arm really tight. And I am not even given
enough
time to process his words, my anger, or even Kristen's pleas.
The bastard takes his mask off and lets
it fall to the ground.
And my whole body immediately trembles and invigorates for war, at the sight of the last face I was
expecting to see.
"Long time no see, Alpha Calhoun," he
chuckles as he holds my gaze.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
Bruce literally yells in shock from my
side.
"To claim what's rightfully mine," Theodore doesn't even bother to throw
him a glance.
"You're insane," My beta insults, looking already red with anger. "What have I taken from you, Theodore?" I manage to ask even when
I am clearly losing all of my temper.
"Kristen..she belongs to me." Theodore ensures his voice is louder than before.
And I am taken aback by this.
Kristen? He thinks Kristen belongs to him?
Is he high on heavy narcotics or he's
not in his right state of mind?
How can he say Kristen is his when
she's my mate, wife, mother of my
son, and also Luna?
"You have less than two minutes to get
out of here or you'll be sorry," I growl, already picturing my fist repeatedly connecting with his stupid jaw because
he's trying to be dramatic and quickly
succeed at it.
Wearing a challenging smirk on his
face, Theodore spread out his arms.
"Too bad I'm not leaving until I take
what's mine." He adds, irking me even
more.
"Stop this madness, Theodore!" My
wife yells at him, looking teary-eyed.
Why the fuck is she talking to him and
not me?
For a moment I don't want to think Theodore is telling the truth. I have a lot of questions to ask her because my
trust in her is starting to waver, but
first I need to handle Theodore.
The smirk on the bastard's face wears
out, and anger immediately takes over
as he looks at her.
"It's all your fault, Kristen! Why
haven't you told him we're mated to
each other!?" His outburst is like a
punch in my face.
"What!?" I growl, wanting him to
repeat his fucking self.
"That's right Kristen is my mate. We
both knew from the moment we
clasped eyes on each other," Theodore remigrates the bombshell, something which makes my heart skip in my
chest.