The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(193)

It was one day till the full moon, only a few hours till he knew he would rightfully become the new Alpha. He will then be able to mate with anyone he wants to, anyone in the entire pack. He let his mind wander much too far, that when he snapped out of his reverie, he had a massive erection that he could not control.

At this point, he would have f*cked anyone, even a tree. All the wolves had retreated, and he knew Tyler would be guarding Estelle’s room for the last time.

He looked around and his eyes landed on Bradley, looking longingly at the deer. He walked slowly and deliberately toward him, then started smelling him. Now Bradley was reluctant, but he could not put up too much of a fight. He knew his place. Rudolph was trying to take in Bradley’s sent, forcing his muzzle under his tail. He knew Bradley did not want it now, but that made him want to f*ck Bradley even more. Bradley tried walking away but Rudolph pounced on to him, pushing his tail out of the way as he climbed behind him. Bradley whimpered. He was about to f*ck Bradley, about to enter him, when out of nowhere, Tyler came running and pushed him off Bradley.

“Control,” he said.

“He is an Omega, why the f*ck do you even care,” barked Rudolph.

“I am telling you now, back off. Wait till tomorrow!”

Rudolph was not scared or afraid of Tyler, but what he said somehow resonated with him and he stopped. Tyler followed Rudolph back into the den, while Bradley, breathing heavily, attacked the game and ate till his fill.

Chapter 6

The Sacred Ground

The full moon shined brightly in the clear sky. The forest and the thorn bushes were sprayed in white snow, glistening in the light of the moon. The moon was directly above the fighting pit, giving it a cold, white glow.

Estelle stood on the rock at the edge of the cliff, appearing as the silhouette of a wolf under the moon. A picturesque scene, about to get bloody. Some members of the pack, especially the Omegas were already there. Tonight was the night.

Estelle howled, loud and clear; a long howl that continued for over 10 seconds. It was the summoning call. She looked down at the forest as the glowing pairs of yellow eyes continued to increase. The entire pack was gathered, even the workers at the Infirmary were in attendance.

Rudolph walked from the den, among barks of encouragement from the wolves gathered, and stood at one end of the fighting pit. His beautiful white skin glowed in the moonlight as he stood, ready to fight. He took off his loincloth, howled, and shifted into a huge brown wolf. His crystal blue eyes turned yellow, glowing brighter.

From the other end, Tyler, already in wolf form, entered and made straight for the fighting pit.

“We are gathered here on the full moon to see and welcome our new Alpha,” began Estelle.

The entire pack howled.

“The Samúe og Styrkur pack did not last for centuries for nothing. It is for our rituals and values that we stand while many others broke into chaos and vanished.”

More howls.

“So, with the full Moon as our witness, may the strongest and the most compassionate win. Let the The Trial begin!”

Both Tyler and Rudolph jumped into position on the opposite ends of the pit.

“May the strongest win, brother,” whispered Rudolph to Tyler.

“Best of luck,” he said, smiling.

Adrenaline rushed through them both. They started eyeing each other, and walking in a circle, eyes fixed on each other, waiting to pounce, to attack. Rudolph made the first move but Tyler dodged it. Rudolph was smug, already sure that he was going to win. He pounced again, and Tyler dodged again. Tyler had a “No first strike” policy and he was adhering to it. Rudolph knew it, and he wanted to take advantage of it, of striking first, of wounding his fellow Beta.

Rudolph took a few steps back, then quickly picked up pace and launched himself at Tyler. Tyler got down and kicked him from below with all fours, pushing him out of the pit. Rudolph yipped while the pack barked, urging him on, and then stormed back into the pit.

They looked deadly as ever under the full moon. Rudolph’s thoughts were running wild, his barriers were down. Tyler could sense his impatience, his desire to flay him alive, and he knew that he had to use it to his own advantage.

“Come on,” barked Rudolph, “Don’t be a pansy, hit me!”

Tyler wanted to test his patience. He was working Rudolph up, moving in circles.

Rudolph inched towards Tyler slowly, each step deliberate, and eyes still fixed on his every move. Tyler was prepared; he was observing Rudolph, just as he had in the past. He knew his moves and anticipated them.

Rudolph's ears were raised and forward, his forehead was furrowed and his eyes were wide, wild, and angry; his muzzle furrowed with lips lifted high and his nose puckered. He bared his fangs with his tongue tucked back and almost completely out of sight. His pelt became bristled, hackles raised, and his stance changed. He crouched, ready to leap. His tail was straight out, raised, and its tip began twitching to the left side. He was tired of waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Tyler was relaxed. He knew Rudolph was angry, un-composed and ready to attack. Rudolph lunged at him. Tyler got on his hind legs and defended with the front. He stopped Rudolph’s blow with the left arm, and punched his face with the right. He bared his claws and slashed Rudolph’s face. Rudolph retreated, starting to bleed.

From up the cliff, Estelle could see what Tyler was doing. She smiled to her self as she saw Tyler’s ears raised, while his forehead and brows were relaxed. After defending himself from Tyler’s blow, his eyes also relaxed along with his muzzle. His mouth was slightly agape, but his pelt was relaxed and his tail raised.