Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Two

"Let the fight begin!" the announcer's voice rang out.

Derek took his time, his watchful eyes never straying from me. Most men make the mistake of underestimating me in a fight–it always gives me the upper hand. But not Derek. He saw me as an equal, the only obstacle standing between him and the power he must have dreamt of.

I walked up to the weapon stand. Guns, wolfsbane, and silver were forbidden in challenges like this-fighters had to rely on skill and strength, and not luck.

I picked up two daggers, one for each hand.

Derek's fingers brushed over an axe, and I expected him to take it. A brutal weapon, but heavy-one that would have given me an advantage. Instead, to my surprise, he chose a sword.

The smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what I had been thinking.

We circle each other slowly; I wait for him to strike, but he doesn't make the move, so I do.

I slashed at him with my daggers, but he blocked every strike with ease before launching his own attack. I dodged, but there was no time to savor the small victory-he was already coming at me again. For someone his size, he was shockingly fast.

I dodged once more, but not fast enough. The tip of his sword sliced through my leather, cutting into my skin.

He drew first blood.

took his eyes off me. Now gripping his sword with both hands,

I attacked.

aiming for his chest, but at the last second, I slid beneath him, knocking him off his feet. I raised my dagger to strike, but he drove

my hips forward, breaking his grip, and rolled us over, forcing him beneath me. I slashed at him, but with a sudden burst of strength, he shoved me away, sending me flying. I landed on my feet-barely. One of my daggers was

wasting a second, I charged, slamming him hard

I bury my dagger into

But he only smirks.

through my skull, and I crash onto the ground, landing hard, this time

the dagger from his stomach and

he's already closing

the last second, I rolled away,

my leg, landing a brutal kick to his face. A tooth flew from his mouth, and his sword

I lunged for it.

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searing pain tore through my back-claws ripping

reaching for my back. The smell of my blood filled the

and dripping with my

wolf was on the brink of taking