Chapter 104: Putting On A Show

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The doors opened wide for the petite she-wolf emerging from the shadows and into the dazzling light of the arena. Nyx peered up at the crowd and smirked at the greedy gazes as they bet against her, the she-wolf half the size of the ex Alpha whose hazel eyes lit up at her appearance. Dean looked more than happy to fight her, but she would wipe that growing smirk off his face and humiliate him. 

She hated Alpha's and men like Dean; they were too arrogant for their own good, which was probably how his authority over a pack was overthrown. It was about time someone taught him a lesson.

"You'd think the Alpha who beat him would knock him down a peg or two," Isana muttered before sighing. "It looks like I'll just watch from the sidelines and cheer you on. Damned wolfsbane."

Nyx cleared her throat after chuckling at her wolf's comment. She could tell there was a lot of pent up energy even though they went hunting that morning; the vibes rolling off the Hub was making her wolf want to join in on fighting for fun. But because Nyx drank the wolfsbane, she had to pretend the drug had weakened them. 

Isana was not meant to be able to communicate with her right now, but with the last two years of drinking wolfsbane on a regular basis, small amounts didn't affect her. Not many knew of this, and the few that did would rather not try it. The experience was excruciating, and many used wolfsbane as a torture method which was one of the many reasons Nyx drank it; she could hide that she was not in a weakened state. Drinking wolfsbane was like the pain equivalent of pouring boiling water and acid down your throat, then that pain burns across every part of the body.

Nyx sauntered forwards like there was no care in the world; she slid her hands into her pockets and yawned. Although she acted bored, her eyes still darted to the sides, assessing her surroundings. The grey, smooth concrete floors and walls were quite dreary compared to the floodlights shining brightly down on them, casting shadows on the audience. But with her heightened sight, she could still see each and every one of the crowd's faces. She heard their voices; many scoffed at her overconfident body language, others wondered if the she-wolf was in her right state of mind, and only a few betted against Dean. 

She took note of the bright red digital countdown clock just above the other door that she presumed she would go through after her fight. Her view, however, was obscured as Dean walked into her line of sight, and the referee stepped between them. 

"You know the rules now, princess?" Dean mocked and crunched his bloodied knuckles. 

"It's a good thing I asked, DEAN. Otherwise, my beautiful face would have been the last thing you see before leaving this earth," She goaded with a smirk and tilted her head to the side. She wouldn't really kill him; she was past that phase in the Hellhounds where killing was as easy as boiling the kettle. Now she kept her hands as clean from blood as possible. 

But she couldn't help herself. Alpha's were so much fun to wind up!

(If they weren't Ethan, of course.)

Dean stepped forwards, but the referee held his hand up and looked between the two werewolves. He bounced on his feet and shook his arms. "Ref, no one told me if weapons were allowed or not?" Nyx smiled sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she continued to stare at the ex Alpha, who was more than eager to 'put her in her place'. 

"Weapons are not allowed. If you have any on you, please remove them," The ref replied, and Nyx shook her head. There was no way she was removing her knife; if anyone would recognise the symbol on it, then a target would be put on her back. She wasn't going to use it on him anyway. 

Nyx raised her hands and backed away. "None on me, sir," She answered before sitting on the ground and stretching her legs out in front of her.

"Miss Nyx, you are about to fight," The referee pointed out the obvious. The timer on the side was at the twenty-second mark. They would fight in twenty seconds. 

"Oh, I know, don't worry about me. I'm just stretching out!" Nyx grinned as she lowered her head back down to her knee, her hands flat on the ground past her feet. 

"This isn't yoga!" Dean roared while Nyx took some deep breaths in, feeling her back stretch wonderfully, and her body relax.

Her wolf was snickering the whole time. 

"10..9..8.." The crowd were banging on the sides, trying to gain her attention. 

"This will end so quickly. What is she doing?"

"Way too arrogant.."

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Nyx smirked and hopped to her feet when the referee stepped away, and the buzzer went off. Dean instantly leapt forwards like he was going to tackle her to the ground, but she swiftly dodged him and swung her leg out, kicking his shoulder. He tumbled forwards from the power behind her kick and looked back at her with widened eyes. Nyx cracked her neck one way and then the other before rolling her shoulders back and ambling around the stage. 

Dean stalked towards her, and she let him come into close reach of her, he swung out towards her face, but she blocked him and blocked his left hook before pushing his arms away and kicking his stomach. "Ooft!" She heard the air leave his lungs, and she instantly ducked and rolled to the side when he tried to tackle her again. 

She didn't want him taking her to the floor. It was nothing to do with him overpowering her, but she just didn't want his body on top of hers. She grimaced at the idea and dodged another punch, and another and another. Nyx laughed at the growing anger boiling to the surface of his reddened face; even the vein in his forehead throbbed.

"HA! You're trying to run the clock down!" Dean shouted before trying to kick her. But he missed her again, and this time, she grabbed his ankle, twisted and punched the side of his leg. Dean instantly yelled, and he visibly paled. 

The sound of bones cracking echoed through the arena, and the crowd's yelling to 'get her!" and "ruin her!" turned into one large audible gasp. The broken bone had ripped through the skin and tracksuit bottoms he wore. Blood spurted out, and she dropped his heavy leg, stepping back to stretch her arms above her, yawning as she did so.

Dean rolled to the side. Nyx watched him and tilted her head. "It's only been twenty seconds. I don't think you will even make it to forty," She said nonchalantly, not caring for the trail of blood now pouring onto the floor. "Should I put you out of your misery, Dean?"

The ex Alpha stared at her, stunned as she approached him so casually. But then she saw anger flicker behind his eyes, and he swept his leg below her. Nyx fell but rolled away from the oncoming strike to her face, and Dean punched the floor. Dean's bones crunched beneath him, but the she-wolf who had turned into a blur had hopped over him and then she struck the side of his head, and the large man flopped to the floor. She walked away from him and put her hands behind her head as she stared into the crowd. 

"Who is that?!"

"Wait, is he.."

"Dean has been knocked out! Nyx wins!" The referee called from the ground, where he checked over the man bleeding all over on the floor. 

"Shit! I put a lot of money on Dean!"

"That was a fluke. She's quick, but as soon as she broke his leg, the fight was already over. You can see how much blood he is losing, and with the wolfsbane in his system.."

Nyx rolled her eyes to the crowd's speculations and went towards the door to exit.

"Nyx, you won and knocked your opponent out. Winner stays on," The referee jogged up to her and held her back from exiting.

"Ugh! Seriously. I just want to move on," She complained back then saw the wariness on the referee. 

She could have easily finished that fight in ten seconds but was just playing with the ex Alpha and putting on a little show for the audience. Now, she was going to fight again.

"Oh, my goddess.." She whispered, her eyes widening as realisation hit her. "I'm never leaving this arena again.." She leaned against the wall crossing her arms, and sighed dramatically. 

The referee laughed and walked away, shaking his head, believing what she said was a joke. But she wasn't joking. "Is, we are never leaving. We'll grow old and.."

"Girl, snap out of it! Jeese! Just fake lose or run the clock down," Her wolf snapped back at her impatiently.

"But I want those arrogant jerks to lose.." She murmured and watched as her next opponent came out and looked at the blood-soaked floor being mopped up. Their facial expression dropped, and they stared at her warily.

"Hmmm, maybe this could be good practice in how not to kill someone who annoys you?" Isana suggested, and Esme found herself nodding along.

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