Fight her

Fight her

With a snap of his finger, I watched as Jamie got into her fighting stance, ready to strike. My hands up in defense, I watched as a smile crossed Jamie's lips. I could see how she was going to enjoy this.

She charged at me, swinging her right arm in attempts to hit me in the face. Just in time, I dodged it.

Her hand snapped back before her right leg lifted, connecting with my exposed rib. Such a small leg sent a powerful blow to my side before her left fist sent a viscous blow to my face.

OH's and ah's escaped the crowd as I hit the ground. I wiped my mouth, checking for blood as I looked up at her. She was hopping around, a smile painted on her face from her hit.

Weirdly, I found it amusing more than annoying.

"Again." Alpha yelled to me, urging me to stand and continue. I also enjoyed the amusement in his tone of voice.

Standing to my feet, I ignored the shooting pain that sparked from my side as I stood to fight again.

There was a different kind of heat pooling under my skin, unfamiliar, sharp, and aching. My body felt like it was on the edge of something I didn’t understand. My first heat had come early, far earlier than expected. It pulsed through my veins like fire and fog. And deep inside, I knew why.

My wolf had awoken. She had sensed him. My mate. That was the only explanation. The only reason she would surface now before I was ready, before my body had caught up.

"I will go easy on you." Jamie winked at me.

"Don't." I snarled.

She swung her right hand, just missing me with a damaging punch. She swung her left hand, hitting my shoulder before her left knee rose, colliding with my damaged side once more.

I dropped to my knees. Soaring pain roared from my side as I exhaled a deep breath. I clinched the grass under me as the pain began to minimize from my soon-to-be bruised side.

Jamie bounced around, smiling and grinning as some of her friends cheered her on. A few other people yelled to me, urging me to stand and continue, begging me not to give in.

I was not giving up. Trust me, I was far from it. I was so stubborn. Those hits. Those simple hits that she used against me, they were actually my advantages. They were my tools. They were totally nothing, they didn't scare me.

Her left leg was her strength. Her left arm was her power tool. She attempted to use her right side but it did not do her much justice. Her legs were her finishers or "go to."

I stood to my feet before Alpha Xavier could demand me to. My body slowly recovered from the hits, I stood in fight stance as I prepared for another attempt from Jamie.

I could feel her, my wolf more than ever before. Restless under my skin, pulling at the edges of my being, feeding me instincts I hadn’t known before. Her voice was faint but fierce, humming through my bones like a vow: He’s near. Our mate is here. That’s why I came.

Even through pain, through confusion, through the weight of my first heat, she made me strong.

Again she swung, her left hand aiming for my face. A collision she expected to happen before I side stepped and grabbed her wrist. Her mouth widened before my elbow connected to her mouth.

I watched as dirt danced into the air as her body hit the ground. Her eyes widened before they narrowed in on me. Did she expect that? Hell no and neither did the spectators that watched on in astonishment.

"Again." By the tone of voice coming from Alpha Xavier, I'm guessing he did not expect it either.

She quickly scrambled to her feet. That winning smile she had on earlier? Where has it gone?

She charged at me, her left fist cocked back before she swung again, forcing me to dodge it. An embarrassing miss on her part, she decided to use her other assists, her legs. Her left foot rose, aiming for my face before I dropped down, using my legs to kick her one and only weak one right from under her.

She hit the ground hard. The impact forcing her to grab her back in pain as she released a wail of agony.

She looked at me. Fury clearly taking over as darkness clouded over her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I poked my lip out teasingly.

"AGAIN!" Alpha yelled.

She stood up into fighting position again. She was clearly ready to fight with anger rather than sense now. It was one thing I learned from my father before dying. He told me never to attack with anger.

She swung, allowing me to block with my arms. She swung again, this time I grabbed her arm, twisting it around her back and putting my other arm around her neck. I faced her toward her Alpha, allowing him to see what he had gotten her into.

I watched his eyes grow darker with displeasure as he watched his hopes come crumbling down with his best fighter. I shoved her to the ground. The crowd of hyped up wolves seemed to roar out in excitement, clapping and applauding.

They were all shocked.

"BRIDGET, KERA!!" The names called for two female wolves were to enter the arena. Bridget, a brunette haired girl stepped out. Kera, a black haired girl stepped forward. They were the same females who were cheering on their defeated friend and I knew their faces. They always torture the omegas.

"So you want me to fight them next Alpha?" I questioned him.

That devious grin on his face somewhat answered my question.

"No, I want you to fight all three of them....together." The once excited, roaring onlookers soon went quiet as they stared at us in shock. Some seemed a little angry about his choice.

I shot him a venomous glare. This idiotic bitch really wanted to do this?

He liked watching me suffer.

Okay. Fine. I nodded my head.

"Okay start."

The three girls began to spread out, surrounding me like a pack of hungry wolves. Ironic? I stood there patiently, waiting for someone to make the first move. My heart began to race, clouding out the roaring crowd and replacing it with the sound of beating drums.

My body burned. The heat intensified, not just from the fight—but from something deeper, hormonal, instinctual. My wolf was pacing in circles within me, pulling toward a bond I hadn’t yet seen but deeply felt.

"Let your wolf lead you". My father before dying, he would remind me that my wolf was on my side. He would remind me that my wolf had the power to lead me through the toughest of times. Even though I was an omega.

Especially because I was an omega.

My heart beats slowed and my breaths regulated just in time to catch wind of an attacker. As expected, Jamie made the first move as she ran at me frantically. Her guard and defenses down, she only gave me the opportunity to send a powerful blow toward her exposed neck. She dropped to her knees, her hands gripping her neck as she strived for her next big breath.