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Story: May the Wolf Die

He stepped behind me and whispered in my ear, “Help him, beloved. Can you tame the fiercest storms?”

Two large hands pushed me over the edge and straight into the ring itself.

I fell ten feet face forward, landing hard on my outstretched wrists that shattered as I braced myself from the impact. Pain brought forth a wretched, desperate scream, causing both Ezra and the Berserker to stop. The alpha’s nostrils twitched as he sniffed the air, and he growled before launching himself towards me.

Ezra released a guttural howl and followed until he collapsed on the ground, his body twitching and seizing.

I looked up to find Alaroth, his hand raised towards my brother and using his magic against him.

Oh my god, he was going to kill us both.

The Berserker was seconds away, and I covered my head with my forearms, my wrists and hands useless. I didn’t even have time to say goodbye to my pack. I was going to be torn apart by a roided-out alpha while my brother watched.

Hands grabbed me, and I whimpered as I waited for the life-ending agony.

But instead of teeth on my throat, I felt a nose. He breathed me in and groaned, nuzzling me and pawing at my breasts. I froze as he flipped me around, tearing at my pants to mount me from behind.

“Try telling him to stop,” laughed Alaroth, taking another sip of his wine. Nivardi’s face was pale as he clutched his chest and watched in horror.

“Your Majesty, we have to get her out of there…”

“Nonsense,” the king responded. “Marlowe, you must tame him!”

Tears streamed down my face as I turned around. TheBerserker had managed to rip the seams apart on my bottoms, the fabric in shreds on the ground around us. His erect cock was positioning itself to enter me when I found my voice. “Stop, please…”

He paused, his nostrils flaring as he stared into my eyes.

“Let… let me go…”

His hands released me and he sat back on his heels, tilting his head as though waiting for further instructions.

Ezra’s seizing stopped, and he slowly rose to his knees. Blood dripped from his lips, his chest was in ribbons, and his lips curled back. He got up and ran to the Berserker, grabbing his head and snapping his neck in one swift motion.

The alpha’s body hit the ground with a soft thud. Ezra looked at me, about to speak, when the gates opened, and three more Berserkers were released into the arena.

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EZRA

The Berserker was dead at my feet, and my body was in more pain than I’d ever felt in my life.

But I couldn’t even concentrate on that right now. The king had risked Marlowe’s life for this stupid show, and I was furious.

Her cheeks were stained with tears as she brought her knees to her chest, desperately trying to cover her nude bottom. Limp wrists hung from her side, broken in the fall.

I’d failed her.Again. I needed to tell her I was sorry, even if she hated my guts. Even if she wished I’d really died.

Then three more Berserkers entered, heading straight towards us. I knew barking at them was useless but I tried anyway. “Halt!”

Their eyes didn’t even move from their target.

Marlowe.

Bracing myself for the onslaught, I reeled back my fist to hit the one on the far left who would soon pass by me.

Before I could make contact, an invisible force wrapped itself around my chest and slammed me into the wall on the other side. It kept me pinned, and all I could do was struggle and watch as they descended on my sister.

Her perfume kept her safe, at least from death. They snapped at each other as they fought for her body, desperate to mate with her.

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