The Forbidden Alpha

Adea

When I was able to pull my gaze from her body on the form, my eyes darted to her opponent. He was hurt but not as badly hurt as her. I let them roam his body and noticed he wasn’t very tall. What he lacked in height he made up with muscle. Blood dripped from his fist and I knew he would end her if she didn’t back out.

Her opponent took two more steps towards her before he came to a stop. I held my breath as he squat down beside her body. A beefy hand reached out to grab her, and when she didn’t move away, I knew she wouldn’t get away.

His fingers dived into her hair and as he gripped a handful of her hair, I fell back into my seat. As he lifted her, she cried out and threw her hands out to hurt him. She flung wildly and screeched as she tried to tear into his skin.

He didn’t bother to look around at anyone else; he didn’t care. He stood to his feet and brought him up with her. He held her away from his body so she was out of reach from her claws.

Her chest rose and fell quickly and his breath came out in a huff. Sweat coated their skin but her eyes told him she wasn’t submitting.

I watched in horror as he cocked his elbow back and she didn’t have a chance to dodge it. His anger-filled gaze remained on her as he threw his knuckles forward and into her rib cage. My stomach churned at the sound of his fist connecting and the taste of bile was on my tongue.

Despite the pain, she must have felt she didn’t cry out. If anything, she glared at him as she lunged at him. She hadn’t given up and her eyes were like a lioness locked on her prey as her arms flew forward one after the other.

It didn’t stop there, he pulled his fist back and continued driving his fist into her side. Every blow landed harder, faster than the last. He snarled at her as he landed blow after blow on her slender body and she took each of them with a grunt.

A sickening sound of cracked ribs filled the field. It had other participants turning to look in their direction. This time, she let out a cry.

I shook my head. She needs to forfeit, she needs to give in or he’s going to cause some serious damage. We can heal but the amount of damage he’s inflicted on her would not heal quickly.

I turned to my mate, “Ethan,” I whispered anxiously. His beautiful eyes found mine and he shook his head.

“We’ve already stated the rules. If she wanted to quit, she would,” he said.

My eyes turned back to her on the field. He didn’t stop, he didn’t flinch as he continued his onslaught of punches. As his fist dug into her side, she bit down on his arm.

I jumped to my feet so quickly, I was lightheaded. He threw his head back in a roar and I bounced up and down like a child on Christmas day. His grip on her hair loosened and she dropped to her feet.

She didn’t check her side, she didn’t swipe at the blood, or rub her head which I knew had to hurt. She didn’t hesitate, she darted forward. She moved so quickly that I was barely able to keep up with her movements.

She got low on the ground and her fist came from below. Her uppercut was the last thing he expected. She moved swiftly and I knew this punch held the last bit of her strength in it.

Her fist connected with his goods and he fell to his knees. He gripped his package and a strangled sound lodged in his throat as his head fell forward.

Zoe didn’t bat an eye as his head pressed into her belly. Her chest rose and fell and her mouth hung open as she took mouthfuls of air. She struggled to breathe as she lifted both arms into the air and slammed both of her elbows into his shoulders.

He cried out as she began throwing punches into the side of his head. His head flew to the side as she gave as good as she got. He fell back and she reached out and grabbed his shirt. She hit him in the jaw before she released her grip.

He fell, almost in slow motion, and she moved out of the way as his face hit the ground. She stood, her eyes still on him as he lay on the ground.

I was on the edge of my seat and my eyes focused on him. Had she knocked him out? It wasn’t until his head moved that I knew she hadn’t. She squats down beside him, as he had done earlier, her eyes never leaving him.

“Forfeit,” she said.

He turned his head to the side and they locked eyes.

“Forfeit,” she repeated.

When he didn’t say anything she shook her head.

“I don’t want to hit a man already down,” she said.

He scowled at her and she let out a raspy laugh.

“I will if you don’t forfeit,” she said.

“There’s no need for that,” he said.

“Do you forfeit?” She asked. The blood from her lip had dripped down her chin and dried. He still and his shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath.

“I give,” he groaned.

I let out a breath of relief. She helped him to his feet and they stared into each other eyes for a minute before she lifted his arm and laid it on her shoulder. He leaned on her and I watched as she helped him off the field. When he was safely seated, she turned and faced us where we sat.

“Apologies, Luna. I am too weak to continue but I look forward to your Ceremony,” she said.

“Understood,” Ethan said.

“Thank you,” I told her.

She gave us a low bow before sitting next to her opponent, who looked at her with an incredulous look on his face.