Helanie:
He used his strength to push back and get on his feet when Cora suddenly started to howl louder than ever. In seconds, clouds started to fill the sky, roaring and lightning flashing through them.
The crowd looked up and gasped.
With a roar that shook the air, Darius lunged at . His claws slashed, but I was faster—much faster. I darted to the side, my body moving like liquid. The crowd scread in awe, their eyes wide as they watched the two of us clash in a whirlwind.
We circled each other, growling, eyes locked. He tried to get the upper hand, snapping at with deadly intent, but I could feel the power in every strike I made, every move I took. My body was made for this fight, made to dominate.
He swiped at my throat, but I ducked, slamming my body into his with a force that knocked him off balance.
Darius was struggling now, his moves slow, unsure. His pride had always been his strength, but it was slipping. I was breaking through his defenses, one strike at a ti.
He staggered back, growling in frustration. The fight had been going on for what felt like hours, the ground beneath us soaked with rain, and so were we.
I charged, my claws cutting through the air faster than I had before.
He barely had ti to react as I slamd into him with a force that sent him tumbling backward. He hit the ground hard, a shocked gasp escaping his lips.
I stabbed him in the chest with my claws and saw his eyes widen. The crowd went completely silent at the brutality.
He began to gulp and sputter blood out of his mouth. He tried to move his claws around to slash my skin, but his claws could barely do any damage. My skin had turned into sothing solid.
"Please," he wheezed, struggling to lift his head, blood staining his fur. His eyes were wide with sothing I had never seen before—fear. Real fear. "Please... don’t... don’t do this."
We both transitioned back, only wearing shorts and a top, and he was only in black shorts.
I stood over him, my chest rising and falling with each breath, my claws growing and disappearing like it was that easy. He was on his knees now, his once strong posture broken, the cocky smile that used to haunt my nightmares nowhere to be seen.
I knelt down and clawed his thigh, my fingers digging into his skin, my claws going deeper and deeper.
"Ahhhh!" he scread in agony. "Stop—your claws are—burning my insides!"
He began to wiggle like a worm on the ground.
"Have rcy on the lad," his father got up from the crowd and started crying.
"Please, son, surrender!" he cried even more.
At this point, no one was making a noise.
"Rember how you tortured that night?" I hissed at him, blocking his father’s pleas.
"I promised I would kill you with my own hands or I would never find peace," I muttered, watching his face turn red.
But even in that state of agony, he decided to use his last strike to break my happiness.
"Thanks for letting know what you wish for," he stuttered before yelling, "I surrender!"
I frowned in disbelief when he broke into a smirk, barely able to hold it before he began to cry out in pain again.
"I wouldn’t let your last wish co true. You will never be able to kill ," he let out a chuckle when the warriors arrived and forced back from him.
"Ahhh!" He had his arm wrapped around his stomach as he stumbled and barely got up from the ground.
"You might have won—but you failed to prove guilty," he mouthed, his father rushing over to support his body.
Vonston walked into the ground and stood beside . "The battle was the most intense fight ever. Even the sky cried and joined these true. However, as promised—we will choose the winner who will be crowned as the alpha king or queen. And without any shadow of a doubt, Helanie Niles is the new alpha queen of the North."
Those words and that title almost stopped my heart in my chest.
"Alpha queen?" I asked, turning my head to him.
"We wanted to bring in the crown too, but look at this rain," Vonston smiled, his tears hiding behind the rain.
"I am the alpha queen," I pointed at my chest and faced the crowd. Emt, Norman, Maximus, and Kate started to walk towards while the others were not allowed to overwhelm .
But they were all clapping for and crying happily.
As soon as the brothers circled around for a group hug, I heard a little complaint from Darius’s father.
"That doesn’t prove my son’s guilt. It’s just that he is not an alpha king or an alpha anymore. However, the stress everyone has put on his shoulders by claiming he committed cris made him lose today," the brothers stepped away to watch Seon Louise save his son’s face.
"It is true, it doesn’t prove anything. You might have won today, congratulations—but I am still innocent. Soone who was tortured to the point that he couldn’t train," Darius hissed, and the crowd went silent.
"Ah?" I raised my brow.
"What? Am I not telling the truth?" The eye contact Darius gave was enough for to understand what he was trying to do.
"When I told you I wanted to kill you—you thought that was my wish?" I mumbled, but loud enough so that everyone could hear us.
"You said it," he sputtered, spitting blood out and then straightening his back.
"Hmmm! What if I tell you—it was my way of getting you to choose to surrender instead of dying by my hands?" I watched him frown and shrug. I knew he wasn’t going to give up, even if I had killed him.
"You didn’t want to die?" he smirked, even when everyone was watching him.
"No! Or else—how would I have made you confess to your cris?" I smirked, and his smirk faded.
"Now that you are not an alpha king—nor an alpha—I kick you out of my pack and make you a rogue," I hissed loudly, watching him frown for a mont and then shrug as if it didn’t bother him much, until I added, "And as a rogue—I command the weapon of truth to be used on you."
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