Chapter 83 Match against monsters
Chapter 83: match against monsters
Milo’s POV
“What??”
My jaws dropped to the ground. I didn't know when the world tumbled out of my mouth. But I was so shocked that I didn't even realise another breaking piece of information.
The mysterious and rumored commander of the shadow units has been a hot gossip in the pack, but right now my brain was going into different levels of shock and surprise.
Damon, was the commanders of the shadow units. And just for a single slot to fight with their commander, different pressure and dangerous auras rose within the room, all aimed at me.
Every warrior’s attention was focused on me like i was a poece of meat. Their uninterested and apathetic gazes were now filled with hunger and something else I could explain.
My chest constricted painfully as Damon’s words replayed in my skull.
A match against them?... Against these monsters. Some of their auras are more dangerous, and powerful than even an elder of the pack.
What is the extent of an elder authority in a normal pack? Elders in some packs are second to only the Alphas in terms of authority and power. Some are more powerful than the ruling alpha. They are old monsters that have fought through different wars.
My stomach turned to ice.
The thought of going up against any one of them that have auras rivaling that of elders made me want to disappear far away from here.
I shook my head, staring up at Damon with wide pleading eyes that silently begged him to take back whatever he had said. Maybe it was just a cruel joke to lift up the mood. But looking at his hardened face that was nothing else from coldness and an unreadable smirk.
“Commander…” one of the warriors, a broad shouldered brute that had a scar running vertically down his cheeks, stepped forward. rolling his shoulders in a playful manner, like he was not preparing for battle. “Are you serious commander?...” His scrutinizing eyes trailed over me, dripping with disdain and disgust. “He will crumble before I even land a strike.”
“Then prove it,” Damon said, his voice emotionless.
Laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd. Not loud, just sharp, cruel chuckles that made my insides twist.
I stumbled back instinctively, my hands shaking. “No, I… I am not ready. Damon…”
But his hand shot out faster than my eyes could follow. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze that was burning. I could imagine black fumes coming out of his eyes.
“You think the world would wait for you to be ready?” he hissed, his face contorting in anger. “You think the enemy will pause until you find your courage?... No, little wolf. In this our world, it's either stand firm or you die.”
The words struck deeper than anything could. And for no reason, I felt shame claw at my chest like a sharp grating razor was being dragged along my heart.
Before I could formulate words, Damon clapped me hard on my ass, shoving me forward to the huge stage at the center of the room. My legs felt like they were glued to each other, as I stumbled unceremoniously to the stage. With my heart pounding heavily against my rib cage.
The warrior who had spoken stepped forward with an evil smile. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic excitement as he cracked his knuckles in. I could feel the other warriors smickering and bickering.
“The Ashbourne boy would definitely lose to Peter."
“I give comrade Peter 2 seconds to incapacitate the boy.”
Somewhere in the ground, people were even wagering on the match that had not even started.
“Begin” Immediately Damon's voice rang out, The warrior lunged forward…
I barely had time to lift my arms before his fist slammed into my gut. It felt like a trailer load of sand was slammed on my body. Air escaped from my lungs as I doubled over, pain radiating all over my body. As my knees crashed to the ground. leaving me gasping, struggling just to breathe.
Cruel biting snickers rippled through the audience. Even branded men who once looked like nothing could catch their attention, were all having evil smiles on their faces.
I gritted my teeths, as I tried to push myself up, but my arms trembled violently, unable to support my weight. My mind screamed to get up, all my nerves and muscles wanted to lie down and never to get up.
“Look at him! The Ashbourne wonder, can't even handle one blow!”
“Should have stayed in the hospital, blood boy!” another jeered.
My stomach twisted. Shame continued to rise in me with every laugh and words that continued to rebound in my ears. It was more painful than even the bruise.
But above all the laughter and ringing in my ears, i hear Damon’s voice cutting through all of it, cold and merciless
“Get up, Milo. Or you will be eaten alive.”
I could hear his voice urging me on, telling me to stand up and fight, to not be a weak and spineless omega but no matter how I tried to get up, I just couldn't get my body to agree. The warrior who they referred to as comrade Peter towered over me.
“An Ashbourne” he chuckled, coming closer. “Just quit, and maybe I might go easy on you.”