The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Challenge Alpha’s Title

"Challenge? What challenge?" I question into the crowd, whilst Deimos rotates his neck relaxing his limbs. Closing his eyes shut he prepares himself, for what I have no idea that comes to light within me.

The situation seemed so unclear until it happened, elders pushing potential warriors forward, strong male wolves to fight him. To strip him of his title for what he has done is unredeemable and unworthy in their eyes. Understanding swells within me, he is being challenged for his title.

He opens his eyes only to find a line of wolves merely waiting for their turn. He meets the eyes of each one of them and nods as an acceptance of their challenge. Memories flood him with no hesitation, memories he had with some of them. These were his warriors after all but this...this is their biggest betrayal to him as a pack.

Deimos is swift his wolf not giving him any time for emotional thoughts to consume him surging forward breaking barriers of control, scorching red eyes awaken from within. Body moulds itself to birth his wolf whilst his bones snap plunging upward through flesh and skin.

His wolf stands tall onyx fur dancing to the music of the summer breeze, he slouches low on his front legs lips pulled back fangs on display, his title has been threatened and he shall not allow it whatsoever. This male unlike Deimos has no issue with feasting upon the flesh of his pack.

They are weaklings in his eyes, weaklings taking the seats he offered them upon his table for granted. Before the first warrior in line could shift, Deimos’s wolf lunges for the male’s throat giving him the gift of surprise.

The warrior tries to fend him off with his claws that sink into my king’s flesh with ease but he is relentless his teeth bite into the tenderness of the male’s shoulder tearing a piece of flesh spitting it upon the ground as if he found the taste vile as the warrior groans and grunts in agony to what is inflicted upon his body.

Deimos’s wolf is unmerciful with the warrior fighting only with teeth that shred his flesh into pieces littering the ground with meat and blood. It is a quick death he gives him a deep hole he punctures into the skull of the wolf crushing the skull between his jaw holding him under his heavy paws until life drains from the male’s eyes.

Once he is satisfied with his masterpiece that he has created he meets the eyes of the next wolf already shifted and waiting, a lesson learned from the first one. Understanding overflows within me, the more I witness the more I understand. Everything he has ever said to me for the past months. His gut-wrenching sadness, his worries and his deep-rooted fear.

This is what it all meant. That he as an Alpha would take the lives of the members of his pack. Something I could not imagine myself doing, I cannot kill my females, my males even if it meant my title was threatened. I saw the memories, that he had with these warriors that seek his death.

The laughter, the meals they shared as one, Deimos had trained them personally they looked up to him. This was his punishment for his past sins.

Deimos and the warrior circle each other head low vicious growls booming from within the pit of their chests, there is a rumble to the ground beneath us of the pheromones and power Deimos shows on display. He is not afraid of showing who he is, the true essence of him. Alpha.

Ragon’s hold on me loosens, I could have brought this male down for blocking my path but I possess the ability to understand situations quite well and my interference at this point is unnecessary for it is the Alpha’s fight.

The elders watch the brawl with an eerie calmness as if it were a spectacle worth not missing. My wolf claws my insides snarling wanting control so she can kill them all. They are all unworthy in her eyes. Unworthy to be in this pack, of having Deimos as their Alpha.

The warrior is the first to lunge for Deimos, this is a sign of weakness for he rushed unpreparedly in fear and anxiety. Deimos’s wolf’s lips curl back as though he was smiling already for the victory that shall come forth. Teeth meet teeth, claws sink deep into the flesh. Deimos draws the first blood a sign of overpowering, a sign of strength.

The warrior’s grey wolf is strong and fierce for after all he was trained by Deimos. Dread rises from within me each wolf Deimos needs to kill is for purely one need. Rather a basic instinct. Survival.

There is no easy battle with this warrior compared to the first one, he has watched and analyzed Deimos’s movements so he is able to dodge and slide past the attacks. This does not hinder Deimos’s fight but helps him change strategy and tactics.

He does not go for the throat anymore but the hind legs, jaws try to clamp around and break them but with this came the difficulty. The warrior is quick with his legs disallowing it to happen. He is trying to tire out Deimos.

The loud wail of my male from the middle of the crowd causes immediate silence, his shriek shattering through the core of his fight.

Kal has consumed the tension that divided the pack and couldn’t hold furthermore. Deimos’s ears perk up immediately attention taken quickly wavering red eyes try to find his male among the crowd. The warrior takes this as his chance and sinks his teeth into the side of his neck.

A scream threatens to leave my mouth whilst my heart pounds with every strike Deimos receives. His wolf whines loudly to the warrior’s teeth plunged into his body, he needs to get away before his bones are crushed for it shall happen it can render him helpless.