Chapter 3: In the alpha rogue's room
Pandora
“Don’t you think she’s charming?” Drogba asked, letting go of my hair. Tristan growled. Partners? Had I been thrown into this madness with them? "She’s a little damaged, but I hear you like things kind of ... wild," he added maliciously. Now the wolf roared.
"I think you’d better put your pet away," Drogba ordered. Tristan bared his teeth.
"Rules are rules," said the master of ceremonies. The team name Pierced Moon appeared on a large screen: Tristan and "The Savage"
"You've got to be kidding me," growled Tristan, clenching his fists. Behind him, a blond man with curly hair and beautiful face put his hand on Tristan's shoulder and tried to calm him down.
"Take it easy, Alpha," he said. "We’re going to cleanse the city with that bastard’s blood." The others discussed the change. Some supported Tristan, others agreed with the rules. Most whispered that I was going to die.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the master of ceremonies called out, silencing the room. "The game starts in two days. The teams have been decided. May the strongest claw claim the night."
Applause erupted. A beautiful blonde woman gave me a sympathetic look and smiled. Her partner, a tall man with dark skin, did too. I realized they were all different, representatives from packs across the region.
I once thought things couldn’t get worse. Now, I was certain that I was going to die. And soon. These games were brutal. Even well-trained wolves had died. I didn’t even have a wolf.
“You’ll pay for this,” Tristan growled as the others left. Drogba smiled. Otis was still sitting there, watching everything with amusement.
"Now he’s your master, broken girl. If I were you, Tris, I’d start training her as soon as possible. This little whore won’t last a second in the first round," Drogba mocked, placing a hand on my bare back. The black wolf was close to losing control, and the blond man wavered between holding back the wolf and the rogue alpha.
"You bastard!" the rogue roared.
"Or maybe...if she dies, your chances of winning will improve," Drogba added. He gave my half-exposed ass a loud spanking and pushed me forward. I nearly fell, but the blond man caught me and guided me to a chair.
Then the real chaos began.
"I’ll kill you, damn it! I’ll kill you!" Tristan lunged at Drogba, furious. The black wolf attacked Otis. Guards flooded in to break them apart. Tristan snarled and cursed as he grabbed Drogba by the throat and slammed him against the wall.
“Let go of me!” Tristan yelled as they held him back. Drogba just smiled and rubbed his neck.
"You’ll have your chance to face me again. Let's see if you can win this time." The game’s fair, no gods, no laws... brother."
My eyes widened. Brother?
"No gods. No laws. Only alphas," Tristan repeated through gritted teeth. The wolf kept howling. When Drogba and his people finally left, Tristan turned to the beast.
"Control yourself, Slayer," he ordered. The wolf continued to snarl, never taking its gaze off me. Now that I saw it up close, I realized how massive it was.
"Are you all right?" the blonde asked. He looked like he was afraid to touch me. These wolves really believed I was filthy. “Alpha, where should we take her?” the blonde man, likely his beta, asked. Tristan didn’t even glance at me as he walked off.
“Take her far away, Piero.”
"Have you lost your mind, Tristan?" the man asked.
"Away! Now!" Tristan growled, turning his back. The beta smiled kindly at me and led me to another floor. I realized it must be their floor when I saw the banner, the warriors, and the emblem of the broken moon. Piero was about to take me to a room when Ronald appeared.
"She must stay with the alpha."
"But I’m giving her my room. It’s clear you’ve treated her like garbage," the blonde said. But Ronald shook his head.
"The offering must stay with the alpha. Drogba made it very clear." Piero looked torn. Tristan stared from his doorway. After a moment, he stepped aside, and I entered.
He looked furious as he paced. When the door shut, I knew the real torture had just begun. This was the man who had destroyed our lands. Alpha Ferguson wanted me to avenge us, but how could I do so without dying?
"You’re going to be my ruin," he muttered, his eyes locked on mine. I stood frozen. I tugged down my skirt as best I could, but my breasts still strained against the tight top. His lips trembled. He looked close to transforming. “Where are your things? And for goodness' sake, get dressed!" he snapped.
"I…I don't know" I replied softly, lowering my gaze.
He sighed and handed me some clothes, pointing to the bathroom. As I walked away, I saw him cover his face in anger. I heard him curse when I closed the door. Thankfully, he had given me an oversized T-shirt that worked as a dress and a hoodie. For the first time in hours, I felt comfortable. The scent... Goddess, it was leather and wood. Wonderful.
"This is a mistake. It has to be. Do you have any idea how screwed I am?" he repeated to Piero.
"Stop whining and grow a pair. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for! Stop being a coward," the blonde retorted.
"Shut up, beta! Don’t you get it? She won’t survive, damn it! And neither will I! She’ll screw everything up!" Tristan shouted.
When I came out of the bathroom, he exhaled. He could sense me by my scent alone.
“Stop being so negative. You’re scaring her. Scratch that, you already did," the beta said. When he saw me, he added, "I’ll come back tomorrow to start your training, miss."
He gave me a small bow and left. No one had ever greeted me like that before. He seemed tough but kind.
Tristan paced. He was glorious. The wolves in my pack had never looked like this. He was agitated, and his hair was messy.
"Besides being from that pathetic pack, who the hell are you?" he asked angrily. I trembled, my heart racing.
"I’m Alpha Ferguson’s daughter."
"Of course you’re not! You’re an omega, without a wolf! I can feel it from here!" he growled.
"I...I'm just an offering to Master Drogba. I was raised especially for him," I whispered. He growled even louder and stormed toward the door.
“I can’t stand to be near you for another second,” he muttered with disgust, then left.
I didn’t know what to do. I was so tired. The room was large and elegant with dark tones. I walked around, examining the books and art. A fireplace flickered in the corner. I curled up on the rug and finally felt warm. I drifted to sleep.
I don’t know how long I’d been out when I heard a growl. I saw the massive black wolf walking toward me. Its jaws opened... and terror consumed me.