He hadn’t drunk Roman’s venom these couple of days for nothing!
Asher didn’t wait for Dominic’s sudden lethargy to be noticed by the crowd. He moved instantly, slamming into him with the full weight of his black wolf. Dominic hit the ground hard, and Asher began to claw at him relentlessly, strike after brutal strike, giving him no room to recover.
"What?!" Marlow shouted, his face going pale. "What’s going on?" He had been so sure Dominic would win. This wasn’t right.
Dominic tried to fight back, but his limbs felt like lead, heavy and unresponsive. Terror flashed in his amber eyes as realization sank in. This wasn’t normal. He thought he had been clever by taking the red pill to guarantee victory. But someone had been smarter.
The whine that tore from Dominic’s throat was almost human, as if he were crying out in disbelief. Asher didn’t give him time to drag this out or let anyone suspect what he had done.
With one final, savage move, Asher lunged and sank his powerful jaws into Dominic’s throat. Blood spurted, hot and metallic, coating his muzzle. Dominic howled in agony, his body thrashing beneath Asher’s hold. But Asher didn’t let go. His jaws locked tighter as he pinned him down, pressing his paws against Dominic’s chest, forcing the life from him.
The brown wolf’s struggles weakened, then went still. The light in his eyes dimmed, and finally died.
A beat later, his body shifted back into human form. Dominic lay lifeless in the dirt, eyes frozen wide in horror as though, even in death, he still couldn’t comprehend how he had been outplayed.
Then Asher shifted back into his human form.
He looked like something dragged straight out of a horror movie — standing naked before the crowd, his skin streaked with dirt and blood, his mouth smeared crimson. Blood dripped from the deep wound Dominic had carved into his flesh, tracing dark rivers down his torso.
As if that weren’t terrifying enough, Asher crouched beside Dominic’s corpse, his chest heaving, and plunged his hand deep into the lifeless body. With a wet, sickening sound, he ripped out Dominic’s heart. It wasn’t just a display of dominance, this was insurance. If that bastard had any last trick up his sleeve, Asher was making damn sure he stayed dead.
Raising the still warm organ above his head, he crushed it in his fist. Blood spattered across his hair and face, a gruesome crown of victory.
The sight was nothing short of demonic. Several mothers gasped, scrambling to cover their children’s eyes — though the little monsters still peeked through the cracks in their fingers, morbidly curious.
With that single act, Asher sent a message to them all: He would bathe in the blood of his enemies if he had to.
For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if the whole world was holding its breath. If someone had dropped a pin, it would have echoed.
Then Roman’s fist punched the air. "Yes!" he roared.
And just like that, the wild, ruthless nature of the West pack broke free like a dam bursting. The arena exploded with unbridled cheers. Their new Alpha had proven himself, and he had done it in the most West-pack way imaginable.
Elijah muttered in amusement, "Finally, the West pack shows their love for violence."
However, even he underestimated just how joyful they truly were. A surge of West pack members rushed forward to celebrate their new Alpha, their numbers so overwhelming that it was nothing short of chaos. The ground trembled beneath their stampede, and Elijah had to brace himself, nearly thrown off his seat by the sheer force of their momentum.
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