The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate Chapter 88

It was time…Zayd glanced at Quinn, who was watching intently. She was probably worried, but she had absolutely no reason to be. He’d said it before…but for her, he’d f*cking win…!

With a fierce nod in her direction, he turned to Alpha Jake, who circled him slowly. The dark field seemed bright under the light of the full moon and the wind that slashed through the battle space was cold, and yet it couldn’t cool the malicious fire burning in his soul.

He positioned himself, him too stalking the field like a mindless predatory, ready to hunt and feast upon his prey. It was as if he was hungry, hungry for the taste of Jake’s blood…and that’s why he was quick to make the first move. His paws dug into the grass beneath them as he launched at Jake, putting power, putting speed into his attack.

He was anxious and impatient, but his father taught him to never let emotions taint or control one on a battlefield. He had to improvise, observe Jake’s movements, and learn to avoid them.

Battles such as this required patience, Quinn was tied up, she was hurt, but if he lost, she’d be in a much worse predicament. He needed to keep her out of his head, pretend that this fight wasn’t about saving her, but rather about killing a rat who had the guts to go up against him.

He felt no fear, he’d been here before, he’d done this before.

Zayd slid effortlessly against the moist grass when Jake deflected his attack and embarked one of his own. It’s been a while since he’d had a real fight, and yet he could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins; a feeling that did nothing but excite him as he twisted to face Jake again.

A growl rumbled through his chest and he crouched defiantly. Jake came at him first this time, eyes flashing to a darker, deeper shade of red as he clashed with Zayd. Their teeth clanged violently, both aspiring to gain dominance over the situation; dominance that Zayd soon won by powerfully shoving Jake back with his front legs.

His claws ripped through Jake’s flesh, drawing forth the smell of blood that enticed and motivated Zayd.

That was the first meaningful blow, and Zayd was the one who landed it.

Jake growled at him, regaining his balance, then running at him again. Zayd could see it, the anger on his face, the vengeance, and Zayd wanted to laugh. He was doing it again, blinding his own eyes with pride and rage.

As he advanced, Zayd pressed one foot forward as an anchor to keep himself steady, his chest vibrating with a low and guttural rumble. Jake collided with him, and he staggered back, but he did not fall…instead he sunk his claws into the dirt, headbutting Jake.

The completely black wolf stumbled back, and Zayd pounced on him, sending them both rolling against the grass…each trying to be the one to end up on top.

The struggle ended with Jake on top, and when he snapped his jaws at Zayd’s neck, Zayd shifted his head, kicking his opponent off with his hind legs.

Jake reeled back, but immediately lurched forwards to cage Zayd beneath him again. Zayd didn’t let him, he rolled out the way and back onto his feet, knocking the angry wolf down with the lower part of his body.

He licked his lips as he crouched, preparing himself to powerfully pounce on top of Jake, to finally end him, but something, something thick and yet smooth wrapped around his hind legs, preventing his attack.

He glanced down, finding that it was something blacker than the dark night, something that probably only he could see; the tail of a snake that protruded out of the earth. His eyes widened as he tried to pull his hind legs out, but it would not budge, instead spikes extended from its body, stabbing into his flesh.

He groaned out, even more so when he felt himself being slammed onto his back. The snake tail loosened his foot then, and despite being completely flabbergasted, lost and confused, Zayd tried to focus on the battle. He used his front legs to keep Jake at a friendly distance, to keep him from locking his teeth around his neck, no matter how he maliciously clanged them…but then he saw it.

It was a woman standing at the very front of the crowd with a hood over her head. Her face was supposed to be hidden, but Zayd could see it.

Her skin was deeply tanned and there was a patch of blotched patterns often found on snakes running through the center of her face. Her lips had black lipstick on them, she didn’t look normal, and she wasn’t…but Zayd knew exactly what she was.

A shape-shifter…ones that he knew as venomoons…

From a young age, he’d been taught that werewolves were not the only shifters to exist…and venomoons were one of those shifters to have coexisted alongside them. They mostly walked at night because their powers stemmed from the moon.

Full moons benefitted them greatly since their powers were stronger then, and right now, this venomoon was using her powers on him.

Zayd still couldn’t understand this, though. They were said to have gone extinct; hunted by werewolves in the day and used in battles…after which, they were mercilessly killed. However, right now, he was sure that this woman was one of them…the snake tails that had held on to him and the blotched patterns on her face were enough proof.

But why was she against him…? Why was she helping Jake?

Could he perhaps hav~?

Zayd groaned out in pain when Jake’s teeth sunk into his shoulder, digging deep into his flesh. He struggled beneath him, eyes flashing from the crowd and back into the heart of the battle.

His hind legs hurt, they were heavy, hard to move…but he managed to scrape them against Jake’s belly, sinking his claws into the vulnerable skin.

When Jake recoiled, he shuffled from beneath him, struggling to his feet.

Jake started to circle him again, and Zayd took the chance to glance back into the crowd. She was gone, but the effects of whatever she’d done to him remained. Their venom were rumored to be poisonous, he wasn’t sure how dangerous it was…but it felt as though it was slowly paralyzing him.

If he wanted to win, he had to finish this battle quick…one blow…that’s all it seemed he had left.

He couldn’t lose, he wouldn’t lose, this wasn’t enough to bring him down…

He had something to live for, someone to protect…he had to win!

Zayd clenched his teeth, steadying himself when Jake ran at him, but a scream from the person he was here to protect had him twisting towards them swiftly.

Quinn…! She was being tortured by Jake’s men, the smell of her blood was more prominent now, they were piercing her skin shallowly with knives and claws, agonizing her to agonize him.

Zayd couldn’t let it get to him, he had to pay attention to the fight. He twisted back towards Jake, but it was too late. Jake leaped towards him, knocking him onto his back. He could’ve escaped, he should’ve been able to, but the poison prohibited him from moving the lower half of his body, and every cry that left Quinn’s lips lashed at his heart; mercilessly weakening him.

F*ck…! He had to move, he had to get up…he couldn’t lose…!

With his front legs, he shoved at Jake’s chest, but soon all the strength in them faded as well, leaving him completely paralyzed and vulnerable.

A howl of pain descended his mouth when Jake’s jaws locked around his neck, and all he could do was lay still as blood seeped out of his skin and soaked his own fur.

Jake didn’t let go, not until he was too weak to retain his wolf form. His bones started to crack, and Jake stepped back, looking down at the pitiful human he’d become.

He too changed forms, and Zayd watched as he walked towards him, resting an audacious foot on his chest. “You are weak…you’re not the Zayd I fought before. Love has taken away all your strength.”

He chuckled. “I should kill you, but I want you to live and suffer. I’ll have your title and your mate in my grasp…and you’ll have nothing, not even respect.”

He pressed his foot down into Zayd’s chest, making him cough blood before he finally removed it.

In all of this…Zayd eyes drifting towards Quinn. Her torture had stopped, and yet it had just began. She was staring at him too, with those teary and yet dangerous green eyes.

His queen was no longer his queen anymore.

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