Wolf you Up!

In the meeting room, The WIA agent waited a moment and, seeing Glen still not reacting, decided to break the silence that had settled in.

"Will you be alright?"

The man with the long dark hair turned his head towards him and far from displaying fear or worry, an evil smile twisted his lips. Immediately, all worries left Connor's mind.

"I guess my father doesn't know about these times back in university."

"Yeah, I assume he doesn't because I was always cleaning behind you back then and I was making sure there was no suit or whatever, you bastard! But… are you sure of that? This time it won't stop with just a fight. Do you have the guts to do it? Will you be able to kill that alpha?"

Without even a moment of hesitation, Glen answered.

"I don't have a choice. I won't let anything happen to Eden. I'll do anything to thwart the plan my father and those other leaders have in mind. " Seeing his face, Connor sighed.

"Gosh, I can't believe this poor Eden will mate with a former hooligan."

"W-What? Hey, that's not fair! I never started any of these fights. "

"Yeah, but you did finish them pretty badly. Who told you to sleep with these guys' girlfriends? "

"Hey!" The alpha cried, offended. "It only happened once. She came onto me pretty hard you know! She also was the one who hid from me that she had a boyfriend. You know I would never do that. Other than her, everyone else was single. Or so I... think? Anyway, that wasn't the only reason. You know almost anything was a pretense for them to mess with me. I had to beat a few to deter others, right? "

Glen shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards the exit, closely followed by Connor. The latter shook his head as if to chase away his disbelief. Well, at least, he had the decency to sound sorry.

"By the way… You won't say anything to Eden, will you? About… hm… You know..."

He stared, distraught, at Connor. A devilish smile spread across the brown-haired man's face who just walked forward without answering and Glen's concerns grew stronger. The alpha swore he could see horns growing on the agent's head. They were walking while bickering on the way back to Eden's cave when Dante and Cherry came running up to them.

"We heard the news," Dante started.

"You are not going to do it, right?" Cherry cut off, upset. "If you lose, do you know what will happen to Eden? He'll have to… "

Footsteps approached and they decided to rush inside the cave for more privacy. Before they could even resume, someone pushed the curtain aside and Greg walked inside. He quickly scanned the room and his gaze immediately stopped on his boyfriend.

"Ah, there you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. I heard Alpha Carter had come so I was worried. You haven't done anything wrong, I'm ... "

"He tried to stab him with a wolfsbane-soaked blade," Glen said with the most natural tone.

Cherry and Dante stared at the agent, eyes wide open. Greg snapped his head at Glen, his mouth gaped open, then turned to Connor, who he looked sheepishly at him. The man just stared at him sternly, saving his remarks for when they would be alone. He crossed his arms and after a moment he simply asked.

"Did Alpha Silver tell you something? Remember, you are about to become a liaison officer. You can't afford to act like a free-electron as you did before ... "

"Can we focus on the real problem?" Cherry interrupted abruptly. The female omega observed one by one the three men who didn't seem affected by the fever that had gripped the whole pack when the news broke through a link.

"What is it?" asked Greg who was completely oblivious to the situation.

Dante took charge of the explanations and announced in a flat voice, "Glen has accepted a dead-end." Contrary to what he and Cherry expected, the doctor's expression did change but into an exhausted and annoyed one. He rubbed his temples and mumbled. "Goodness, why can't I leave these two alone for a few minutes." Greg then raised an eyebrow.

"Okay," He answered unfazed. "Who is the poor victim?"

"Poor victim? Wait, what does he mean? Cherry asked, taken aback and lost.

Glen raised his hand, embarrassed. "Don't ask too much. Just know that you don't have to worry. I know exactly what I'm doing and I wouldn't have agreed if I wasn't sure of my victory. I wouldn't have taken the risk of losing Eden. "

Suddenly, Dante felt concerned about the kind of hot-headed mate his already unruled best friend just gained.

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Three days later, three cars carrying Bloodhood members pulled up outside the Purple Eyes Pack stadium. The location had been granted by Purple Eyes pack to host the deadly confrontation between the two alphas. The audience was made up of representatives of the other packs who were to serve as witnesses to validate the outcome and avoid any disputes or complaints from either party.

The dead-end was a practice installed after the Big Bloodshed to settle a conflict between two packs while avoiding a mass killing. From the start, stakes and conditions are fixed and the presence of the other packs serves both as validation and as a deterrent for each party to evade the execution of the winner's wishes. Only one rule is absolute: the loser must die. The pack seeing its champion lose cannot ask for mercy. Apart from that, everything is allowed as long as the fight remains with bare hands.

Glen accompanied Eden to the building away from the stadium where he was placed under the surveillance of Purples Eyes' fighters. The alpha gently stroked the sleeping omega's hair and leaned down to whisper something in his ear that no one heard. In the room, Snow Bloodhood, Trinity Rivers, and Cherry were watching them. The three members of Bloodhood had been allowed to stay with Eden for the duration of the fight. The Luna and Cherry were far too distraught to witness the clash. As for the healer, she just wanted to watch over the teenager who was still not awake from his sleep.

After straightening up, he gently touched his mate's cheek and gave the Luna one last look before exiting the room. As soon as he left, several men blocked the exit and two more escorted him out of the building up to the stadium. Framed by the Purples Eyes fighters, Glen walked down the hallway leading to the stadium lawn.

To his surprise, the alpha found that the bleachers were almost full. Glen wasn't taken aback by the crowd that started to stir when they saw him step on the lawn. His exploits on the evening of the banquet were still fresh in everyone's minds. The werewolf felt the weight of hundreds of eyes on him, scrutinizing him, gauging him. Without paying attention to the crowd, Glen concentrated, lowering his head to avoid eye contact. It was the sound of the crowd that stirred again this time with a few cries of joy and howls of encouragement, which made Glen realize that his opponent had arrived.

He lifted his head and opened his eyes. In front of him, a mountain of muscles with dark grey fur spotted with black stared at him as if he were just a tacky cockroach. An attitude the long and dark-haired alpha didn't stoop to picking up. A man walked up to the two fighters. He stopped equidistant from the two werewolves and spoke in a loud voice.

"This fight is a no holds barred one. There is no time limit. It will only end when one of the opponents is dead. No grace is possible. Time-out breaks are not allowed, along with exiting the field. Be sure to stay within the boundaries of the lawn so as not to involve the crowd."

After glancing around at each side to check that they heard the instructions correctly, the man left the field. When his foot came out of the lawn, a foghorn sounded and announced the start of the clash. The dark grey werewolf smirked when he saw that Glen had remained in his human form.

When his alpha told him he was going to face a werewolf who can't shift, a defective one, he couldn't believe it. After all, how could it be possible? Seeing Glen in front of him, still in his weakest form, simply waiting to be beaten, a grin distorted Donovan Haze's face. It was all true! Donovan was more than happy. Today was his lucky day and his glory day. He will become the future alpha of Bloodhood thanks to this wreck of an alpha.

Two seconds had passed since the sound of the foghorn, and Donovan was about to launch his onslaught. His feet sank to the ground and his knees flexed slightly as he went to perform one of his jumps that left everyone in awe. He wanted to get closer to go directly to the clinch and get it over with as soon as possible. He knew that the pheromones of this alpha were strong. After all, he was also there that evening at the banquet. The only thing that kept him from collapsing to the floor and saving face was that he was somewhere else reviewing what he had said to see if he had any mistakes during the interview. He barely had time to react when he saw Glen already pounce on him with a speed that stunned him.

Donovan adjusted his strategy and was about to counter the head-on attack he thought he would receive when Glen, with a fluid movement, swiveled for momentum and threw his arm out. His outstretched claws severed his opponent's carotid artery. Yet, he didn't stop his movement and stepped around the werewolf to end up behind his back and dug his claws into his lower back.

As Donovan let out a loud groan of pain and amazement, he withdrew his claws and took a step back. The grey werewolf gritted his teeth and turned to launch an attack.

Unfortunately, Glen's speed surprised him once again. He was moving with a fluidity Donovan wasn't used to seeing in a fight between werewolves who prefer brute force. Glen leaned closer and bent down slightly to give a raised punch. The blow hit the grey alpha right in the stomach. Glen was banking on his speed because he couldn't compete in power. The knock, although painful, didn't have the desired effect and Donovan used what he thought was the first mistake to retaliate. He punched Glen in the ribs and felt a crack. Encouraged by the sound of broken bones, he repeated the gesture again before nudging him right on the spine.

Glen collapsed to the ground and immediately rolled onto his back before using his hands. With a soft gesture of his pelvis, he pushed on the wrists to get back on his feet. Grey Wolf's alpha couldn't understand what had just happened. He had been injured several times before and his opponent's toxin was already ravaging every cell in his body near the wound. Even though he hadn't stabbed him with his claws, he had managed to hit him pretty hard, the last blow he gave should have shattered his spine.

Even with the healing ability, it should have given him enough time to finish off this arrogant who dared to stand up to him. How come he's moving as nothing has happened?

In the bleachers, Connor smirked and Dante who was watching the fight couldn't understand what made him so happy. He cocked his head with genuine curiosity.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"I just thought it wasn't going to last very long."

"How can you say that?"

"Haven't you noticed anything since the start of this fight?"

The beta redirected his gaze to the two alphas who continued to fight. The grey werewolf's movements were disoriented and started to become heavy due to the toxin. Conversely, outside of his scruffy clothes, Glen looked like a charm.

"Glen, he has no injury."

"Exactly. Glen is a very special alpha. He has weaknesses but he worked so that they didn't become an obstacle. He also has two strengths. The first one is that he heals almost immediately. Whatever the injury, his body recovers within seconds. The other one is that just as his pheromones are extremely potent, his toxin kills in seconds.. This guy is already dead."