The Supreme Alpha

Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view

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I looked at Duke and Fynn as they silently eyed each other while guessing who will take the first move.

Every second felt like an eternity, and I saw that Fynn was looking down on Duke, but there was a dose of caution from his side.

I didn't want Duke to fight, but I knew that he was set to do it and that dissuading him will be in vain, so I decided to support him with everything I've got. After all, I never saw Duke fail and if this time he bit more than he can chew, I was determined to help him.

Surely, I can choke Fynn a bit and no one would know what happened. I wouldn't feel guilty about it, not even a little bit. Duke supported me from the shadows more times than I know, and maybe this was my chance to return the favor.

But I knew that Duke would want to win with his own power, so I would act only if absolutely necessary, without him knowing. Yup, that will work.

"Remember you promise, old fart.", Duke said. "When you kiss the ground, you will follow Serina's instructions regarding my procedure and fulfill her demand, and don't you dare try wiggling out of it."

Fynn sneered. "If you manage to win, I will follow Serina's instructions and protect you until she says that's enough. How about that? But that's only IF you manage to win. You are still green behind your ears, boy. It's time for someone to show you the difference between Heaven and Earth. Your father was a great man, while you can't handle the weight that comes with this packhouse, and you are definitely not worthy of a woman like Serina."

Duke's face darkened. "And you are?"

"Serina is with a stinky boy like you because she never dated a real man."

I hoped that Duke will keep his cool and not fall for Fynn's provocation. Surely, Duke should know that Fynn doesn't have a chance with me. No one does, other than Duke.

It seemed like the whole world stilled for a moment, and then Duke and Fynn dashed toward each other.

This is it!

'BAM!'

I couldn't believe that they clashed, with their fists meeting each other.

Fynn's face flashed in disbelief for a moment, and Duke grimaced but then his eyes hardened, and he twisted his body just in time to avoid Fynn's next punch that grazed his waist.

I held my breath as Fynn and Duke exchanged blows, equally hitting, blocking, and dodging. Goodness! They looked like they were performing a well-practiced dance, and not fighting. With every next move, it seemed that they were increasing in speed, and I didn't dare to blink out of fear that I will miss something important.

It took some time for the differences in their styles to start showing.

Since we reunited, Duke was training me in hand-to-hand combat which I wanted to learn for self-defense. Sure, most of our lessons ended up with Duke and I rolling on the mat while indulging in carnal pleasures, but there were times when we did some actual training also, so I was able to identify Duke's attacks.

Muay Thai. Jiu-jitsu. Taekwondo.

Compared to Fynn's sloppy moves which were based on brute strength with arms, Duke was an elegant deadly machine that used arms and legs. Breathtaking. Mine.

I could see that Duke was careful not to take a hit from Fynn, which told me that Fynn's strength is not to be underestimated.

After exchanging about fifty blows, they each moved backward, creating a space between them.

I observed Duke's body that was already covered in sweat, and there were several bruises forming. Should I choke Fynn right now?

Fynn spat on the ground a mixture of saliva and blood.

"Not bad, boy.", Fynn said mockingly. "Continue practicing hard and maybe in one century you can match me."

Duke sneered. "If time and hard work are enough, there would be no difference between geniuses and average people. How I see it, your centuries of combat are worth nothing if a boy who is still in his twenties can put up a fight against you."

Fynn's expression fell, and I knew that Duke hit a nerve.

Fynn and Duke are both strong, fast, and prideful, but Fynn's pride comes with a weight of a few centuries as the highest-ranking general in the Bluemoon pack that was directly under the Supreme Alpha.

Fynn let out an angry roar and dashed toward Duke.

Did he get faster? It looked like it.

'POW!'

I heard the hit when Fynn's fist landed on Duke's jaw. How dares he hit such a handsome face!?

Another hit landed on Duke's shoulder, and another on his abdomen. I was ready to choke Fynn, but Duke rolled on the ground in an evasive maneuver which allowed him to catch his breath.

Duke gritted his teeth and rolled his shoulders before narrowing his eyes and dashing at Fynn who was waiting for him with a grin.

Fynn didn't appear to be just faster, but his fighting technique also changed. His hits became sharper, aiming for vital points, and he looked like he was a different person. Is it possible that he managed to harvest his wolf's strength somehow? If he did, would that be cheating? Maybe not; the rule was only not to shift, and Fynn was still in his human form.

"Why didn't you call me? What did I miss?", Zoe asked breathlessly, and I noticed that she was wearing fuzzy pink slippers and a pink bathrobe. Based on Zoe's outfit, and that her hair was pulled into a bun at the top of her head, I concluded that Mona was giving Zoe a beauty treatment.

And there was Mona also, in a white bathrobe and slippers, running out of the villa, to join us.

I returned my gaze to Duke and Fynn who were both going at it, exchanging fierce blows that packed unimaginable power.

I could feel the energy washing over me when I heard Zoe's muffled groan.

"What's wrong?", I asked Zoe without removing my gaze from the fight.

"You don't feel it?"

I had no idea what she was talking about. "Feel, what?"

"The pressure…", Zoe said in a strangled voice.

I glanced at Zoe who was pale and half-bent, and Sergio was not in a better condition either.

Mona was observing the fight with sparkles in her eyes. She always enjoyed eye candies and there were two of them going at each other.

Is this Alpha's aura that werewolves can feel? The one that forces them to submit?

That would explain Zoe's and Sergio's condition while Mona and I were unaffected. That would be a handy power to have... if I can replicate it.

I regretted that I didn't bring out some measuring instruments.

With my attention back to the fight, I noticed that Duke was definitely at an advantage. Fynn's movements slowed down and he looked like he was in pain.

And then it hit me. The pressure which Zoe mentioned, it's coming from Duke, and he is using it to suppress Fynn!

Zoe mentioned that she felt the same pressure while Duke was fighting against Lazarus, at Luca's birthday, and I assumed that it was from Laz, but now I know that my Duke has it also.

Can Duke use it at any time, or only while fighting? I took a mental note to ask him that.

Fynn was losing his footing with every blow he received, and Duke had no intention to give him a breather.

Well, the rules are to fight until one gives up or can't fight anymore, and Fynn is not the type to give up.

Duke raised his fist and I thought that he will finish Fynn off, but then he froze midway. What happened?

It took me a moment to realize that Duke was looking behind Fynn.

There was a man approaching with his head lowered. Two breaths later, three more men emerged from the forest, and two more, and a few more… and I realized that the man who was in front was Pio.

Damn it! We totally forgot that werewolves are in the area, and it seems they felt the aura and were attracted to it. Now what?

"Why are you here, Pio?", Duke asked.

"We felt the Alpha aura and came to check it out.", Pio responded, his head still lowered.

To my surprise, Fynn stood in front of Duke, blocking him from Pio and his men. "Who are you and what gives you the right to approach me?"

I smiled. This was Fynn admitting his loss. After all, Fynn said that if Duke beats him, he will protect Duke until I say it's enough. And Fynn knows that concealing Duke's identity at this time is important so… by pretending that the aura came from him, Fynn is protecting him.

Duke won without me choking Fynn.

That's my Alpha.

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