Scarred Alphas

Chapter 61

“Nubian Pharaoh, you are

up.”

Kanda–who stands next to

me–grabs her huge axe and walks toward the guard.

I finally feel like I can breathe again.

“You better win, shifter. I put some pretty penny down on you.” The guard tells her.

She gives him an

unbothered look as she walks

out.

The guards close the door

behind her and we rush to

the small opening to watch—including me.

“He called her shifter, she’s

not a werewolf.”

She smells nothing like a

werewolf.

“Girl, there are different

kinds of shifters.” Sheril says.

“Werewolves are the most

predominant ones but there are also werebears and

werecats. Kanda is one of

those last two. Never seen

her shift though so I don’t

know which it is.‘

”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“Zao likes collecting rare

people. To him, we are like

animals.

”

The piece of shit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have one of my personal

favorites. The Nubian

Pharaoh. She’ll be going against the One–eyed Tiger. Two seasoned champions. This is going to be good.”

All I can see is just a bit small part of the pit. “I can’t really

see much from here.”

“Yeah, we can only get

glimpses from the fight.”

Suddenly we hear the crowd cheering. The fight has

started. I can hear the sounds of metal clashing together.

I get glimpses of Kanda and the man fighting. This fight lasts much longer than the one with poor Musa.

From time to time, the

crowd roars which I can only

assume is when one of the

fighters is near death. I can

hear groans and grunts as the sound of sword fighting

continues.

It feels like an eternity when

finally the announcer speaks.

“And there you have it! We

have a winner! What

show!”

I hold my breath waiting to see if they announce it but

soon the door rattles and the

guards walk in. They push

Kanda in who has a few

wounds but is alive and

kicking.

“You did it!” I cheer.

She smiles. “Definitely broke

a sweat there but I made it.”

“Enough! You!” The guard

takes one of the other two

girls by the arm and pulls her. “Your turn.”

“Oh God! I am not ready!

Please!” She shouts but he

drags her out of the room.

Needless to say, that fight

ends quickly and she never

comes back.

My heart pounds as I wait for the guards to come back but they don’t.

“It is break time. After three

fights, they take a

thirty–minute break.” Kanda says as she wraps her wounds

in bandages.

“I’m going to die!” The last girl says.

I sit in a corner away from everyone trying to calm myself. There is only three of us left; me, Sheril, and this

petrified girl.

Damit! What am I going to do? I had a bit of fighting training with Victor but, is it enough? Who will I go up against?

I touch my face. It is warm

until my hands go further up

and I touch cold metal.

These people are crazy. Look at what they did to me. I am

not sure that even Father

would have thought of

something like this.

…Father. Oliver killed him. I

can’t deny that I feel sadness

for the sadistic bastard. He

deserved what he got but

still…he was my father. I do wish I could have gotten to

know more about him.

I think of Colt and how

much I miss him. Is he

looking for me? I am sure he

1. is. I wish he would find me

right now but that is just

wishful thinking. I know I

am going to fight. The question is, will I survive?

The guard suddenly rushes in. He points at me and throws me something which I quickly catch. “Put that on. Alpha Zao wants to see that

on you.”

“What…is it?” I ask standing

1. up.

“A mask? I don’t know!” He

says with anger.

I look at it and it is a tasseled

nose and mouth mask. The

dangling tassels are made

with rhinestones and the

bottom part curves into a v

shape that frames my jaw and chin when I put it on.

This is obviously just for

looks because it does

nothing else. Honestly, it gets in the way when I move

and the strands flail around

making beaded noises.

“Now come.”

I gulp and slowly walk out.

“Good luck!” Kanda says still

tending to her wounds. They

lock the door behind me and

lead me to the field.

I am surrounded by a small mass of people. This is

nothing like the Colosseum I

have seen on TV from

Rome. It is small and made

out of wood but it looks

dangerous. There are pikes sticking up everywhere from

the walls. I am sure that it is

so that we don’t try to

escape.

In the crowd, I spot someone

who looks familiar but from

here, I can’t quite make out

where I have seen him.

I wonder if my mind is

paying tricks on me.

The thing that suddenly really catches my attention is

the fresh pool of blood on

the sandy floor. I can also see the bloody drag marks of

when they dragged the

bodies away. I try to cover

my nose—though the damn

mask won’t let me—the

smell of the blood is strong.

In front of me, the guards bring a man tall, bald with a

scar across his face, and one of his eyes is white. I can only assume he can’t see

from it. The man bares his

teeth at me with a nasty

smile.

“What a pretty little thing

you’ve brought me.” He mutters to the guards.

The man holds a huge axe who effortlessly rests it on

his shoulder.

“Well here is a treat ladies

and gentlemen…” The

announcer says.

I have no idea why he

mentions ladies when there

are only men here.

“Here we have one of our

veterans, The Caspian Rogue

against our very new Persian

Princess.”

I roll my eyes. This is just so

ridiculous.

Did he say, Rogue? How in

the world am I supposed to

take this man down without

shifting?

I notice that he has a collar

with spikes that go inward

towards his n*ck and now

thinking about it, Kanda and

a few others have it too though theirs was smaller because they were all smaller

in statue than this man. I can

tell that if he shifts, those spikes will kill him.

I see. So Zao doesn’t want us

to shift. They didn’t put one

of me and I am sure that it is

because of the mask.

My eyes find Zao at the top

of the wooden stadium. He

talks with some men and has

a smile that pisses me off.

This is all just a f**king game to him. This man is third on the list of people I

hate. Ezra is first and Oliver

is second.

The guards let us go and run away. Suddenly, the Caspian f**ker swings the big axe at me. I was not ready for it but somehow I barely managed

to doge going backwards.

The axe hits the ground,

lodging itself on the muddy

sand.

People in the crowd roar

with excitement.

As the huge man tries to take

the axe back with both hands

trying to use his strength, I swing my daggers and slice his arm up. He immediately pulls away but with that momentum, he manages to

take the axe with him and

swings the axe at me. I twirl around, dodging the close

encounter with the sharp

metal.

As I had intended, I rely on my speed which works well against this man. He has a heavy weapon and is much bigger so he is slow but one hit is all he needs to get me. I dance around him trying to stay far away from his

weapon.

Thank you, Victor. Those lessons did come in handy. I

would not have been able to

last this long if not for what

he taught me.

At first, the cheering of the

crowd was a distraction but

soon I find myself forgetting

about it and concentrating on the fight.

This man continues to swing

the axe and I continue to

doge it but then he does something I do not expect. As he swings the axe, he lets it go. The axe flies a few feet away but now with his bare hands, he grabs me by the hair and then he swings his other hand and hits me on the chest, making me fall and hit the ground. It takes all of my air out and my

daggers fly from my hands.

As I try to find my breath,

the man swings his giant foot and plasters it on my chest.

He puts his whole weight on

me and it almost feels like he is going to crush my chest in.

As if he has won, he puts his arms up in victory, and the

crowd screams with

excitement. My chest starts

to hurt and I can feel he is

about to break some bones.

I am very surprised when from nowhere, Sheril

appears and kicks him in the

chest. He staggers back and finally, I can breathe.

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“Suprise my people!” The announcer says. “It is a fight

of two against two. Enter Lady Death for the female

team and another new

recruit for the male team,

The Chieftan.”

As he says this, Sheril immediately offers me her

hand which I take. She lifts

me up and motions to the

other new contestant

running in.

Two against two. The crowd

goes crazy.

Sheril swings her spear at the Caspian guy I was fighting.

I look at the man who is

rushing in our direction with every intent to hurt us.

If I think about it too much, I

will psych myself out.

I grab my knives and rush

the man that runs in our

direction. He is smaller than

Caspian–I am sure that is

not his name but I don’t

know it so that is what I call

him. The man has

momentum but so do I. I

jump in the air with knives at

the ready–which he was not

expecting- and wrap my legs around his waist, then I start stabbing him on the shoulders, n*ck, and back

where my hands reach. The

man has no time to do

anything, he holds his bleeding n*ck—where I sliced at the jugular, and just like that, he falls on the ground with me on him. I get up and do not look at

him. I know that if I do, it

will haunt me for the rest of

my life…I just deliberately killed a man.

The crowd started booing

me instead of cheering

which I don’t really give a

shit about but it does confuse

1. me.

I look back and see Sheril

locked in battle with

Caspian. Shutting all my

emotions, I stride towards

them, looking for an opening and when I find it, I dip in and lodge my knife into Caspian’s back. This surprises him and distracts him enough. He reaches back with his hands trying to grab the knife that is still

stuck on him. Sheril takes

advantage of this and

immediately digs her spear

into his chest.

Caspian stumbles back and then falls to the ground,

dead. Some cheer and some

boo us.

“What a twist!” The

announcer cheers.

Sheril and I are ushered back

to the barracks by the

guards.

“Damn. Good job.” Kanda says. “You live to fight another day.”

As she says this, the guards take the girl that is left but

she doesn’t go quietly. She

screams and stomps as they

drag her.

“Thank you.” I say to Sheril.

“That brute had me.”

“You have luck on your side, girl. This is the first time that they do a two against two.”

I don’t know how lucky I really am, I mean being in this kind of position does not seem so lucky to me but if

that out there was luck, then

I’ll take it. However, I killed

man. He probably had no choice but to fight too and

maybe he didn’t even want

1. to. I took his life do easily

and now…this will haunt me.