Free Web NovelChapter 26: Slap Back
Liam’s POV:
The world around me fell silent due to the shock.
It is against the rules to try to kill the
Opponent in challenges like these.
I know I said before those challenges should either end up with one of the parties’ death or surrender, but that only applies when someone challenges the head alpha. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
Regular fights like this one don’t have this rule and actually, it is against the rules to try and kill the opponent unless it’s self-defense when the other party, in this case, me, tries to actually kill the attacker.
Which isn’t the case.
Technically I am the one allowed to kill him now.
I screamed out of pain when I dodged his attack on my neck which made him bite my shoulder accidentally.
I could hear Claire gasping and asking around if she could come and stop the fight, she was actually scared for me.
Internally, I smiled because I actually had a real friend who was scared to lose me.
The bite was painful, but it gave me enough time to stick my claws out and bury them in the wolf’s face.
I felt and smelled his thick red blood running down my hand when my claws went deep enough to make the wolf cry out of pain and loosen his jaw.
At this point, my shirt was torn from different areas and my pants were filled with dirt due to how we fought so much on the dirty ground my face as well as my body had my blood all over.
I growled internally and spun us around, only to press on the wolf’s back with my knees.
I pressed so hard to the point everyone heard a crack, announcing the fact that I had broken his back.
It is true I’m a gentleman, but once someone betrays me, no mercy would be left in me for them.
He took me off guard earlier when I felt bad for hurting him.
So no guilt here.
He cried out and screamed so loud in agony and pain.
" Anastasia, stop him."
" No, he is killing my son."
That was both of Scott’s parents screaming in panic and fear when they heard that crack and their son’s cry.
Now they are crying to stop the fight but when their son almost tore my throat they were happy and proud.
Wow just wow.
Anastasia did not even glance at them, she just kept watching.
That was my sign to carry on.
I pressed harder on his back, making him scream louder.
He could not move his bottom part while I grabbed his neck from the back and wrapped my strong forearm around it, choking him which made him whimper out of pain.
No, I hate it when dogs and wolves whimper like this in agony.
I wanted to stop, but he hasn’t surrendered yet and I can not stop here.
I could have snapped his neck and ended his life in an instant but as the good person I am, I only choked him harder until he lost consciousness.
Not only because I’m a good person but also because it is boring to kill someone when they are unable to fight back.
As I said I don’t like fighting with weak assholes whose egos are too big for them. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
The wolf’s body fell almost lifelessly on the dirty floor, as I stood up slowly while holding my bleeding shoulder.
The first person I looked at was Anastasia who was already staring at me with an unreadable expression on her face.
I can’t tell if she is proud, impressed, mad, or shocked at what I did.
Everyone was quiet even Claire and the crowd outside as they stared at my big muscular body, torn, bloody clothes, and wounds.
Were they silent or were they silenced?
Definitely the latter.
" Oh my God. My son." My gaze averted from Anastasia to Scott’s mother who came running and crying toward her only son lying down there unconsciously.
I internally sighed, as a wave of guilt and regret washed over me when I watched how she cried so hard while covering her naked son’s body.
He shifted in his unconsciousness because his wolf got injured so badly.
I stood there quietly watching the mother weeping in fear while hugging her son’s body while Scott’s dad rushed to bring the pack doctors.
The doctors were already in the packhouse since they had come here to check up on the injured warrior earlier.
" No, please don’t take my son. Please." Scott’s dad held Emelia (Scott’s mother) back so that they could allow the doctor and some pack members to pick up Scott and take him inside the packhouse.
Emelia kept sobbing in her husband’s arms while he was holding her tight and whispering sweet nothing to calm her down. " It’s okay. Our son is going to be okay. You know how strong he is."
Yeah, strong for himself but if they mean strong and capable of being with Anastasia.
Then strong my ass, dude could not beat a cook while being in his wolf form when I wasn’t.
" Bro, what the fuck was that." I turned around to find Clair standing behind me with a huge smile on her face, her eyes were so wide due to how impressed and stunned she was.
I shrugged not knowing what that was either.
" That was fucking incredible, Liam." She shouted excitedly jumping on me to hug me, I hissed in pain but hugged her back anyway.
She immediately broke the hug and checked on my wounds " Sorry, sorry. I was too excited and forgot you were injured. You need to go to the doctor for those."
I nodded and looked down at those ugly huge bites on my shoulder and with my fingers, I felt those deep claws’ marks on my cheek. " They will heal but I need to clean them since Scott is an alpha."
Wounds that are caused by an alpha wolf tend to take more time to heal.
Claire opened her mouth to talk but she could not because she was interrupted by Scott’s mother who came out of the blue and grabbed my forearm to spin me around.
" What the fuck did you do to my son?" She screamed at me while burying her claws deep in my skin.
Blood flew down my wrist but I stood on my ground, looking at her in confusion.
Excuse me, Ma’am?
Wasn’t your son the one who requested this fight? Wasn’t your son the one who attacked me first? Wasn’t your son the one who tried to kill me?
Now I’m the bad guy for defending myself and putting him back in his place where he belongs.
I did not say any of this to her because she already was crying and in pain from seeing her only son all injured and almost lifeless so I did not want to add salt to her wound.
But I don’t think those people deserve my kindness.
Because even though I said nothing, she lifted her hand and slapped me across the face.
Well, that was painful because first my face was wounded and second she was an alpha.
My face spun to the side, and I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy due to the pain from the wounds, tiredness, and blood loss, and well her slap just made it worse.
" You asshole. Low-life peasant." From the corner of my eyes, I could see her lifting her hand to slap me again.
I just closed my eyes and let her.
Yeah, I ain’t fighting a woman that is as old as my mother especially when I can not blame her.
Being a parent and watching your son almost get killed isn’t fun.
So I kept my eyes shut, accepting my fate, and let her slap me, hopefully, that would cool the burning sensation in her heart.
The slap never came.
I slowly opened my eyes, only for Anastasia’s scent to hit my nostrils.
She is standing right before me, between me and Emelia.
Her hair, due to the breeze around is hitting me across my face.
Oh Gosh, she smells amazing.
My hand twitched at how badly I wanted to hold her and bury my face in her scent gland that was on her neck.
I raised my gaze when I noticed Anastasia’s hand gripping Emelia’s wrist.
I could see pure fear in Emelia’s eyes as she looked into Anastasia’s face.
I bet she did not expect Anastasia to do that, hell, I myself did not see that coming.
" Anastasia?" In a shaky tone, Emelia said my baby’s name.
Gasps left everyone’s mouth when Anastasia threw Emelia’s hand down and in a blink of an eye, she slapped her across the face.
Emelia groaned and fell to the ground with a busted lip, bleeding nose, and bruised cheek...
My eyes widened when I noticed Emelia’s jaw broken.
She can do that too?
Wait did Anastasia just slap someone for me?
" ANASTASIA?" That was Elisabeth, Anastasia’s mother who yelled at her in shock and disapproval for slapping her friend.
One glare was enough to silence the former alpha.
Everyone silently looked at Anastasia, waiting for her to explain why she did that.
On the other hand, Anastasia turned around quietly looking at my face and, the wounds that are on my body.
She gently wrapped her cold yet soft, long-fingered hand around my wrist after she made sure I wasn’t injured there " Follow me."
Right after this, she dragged me with her as I followed her inside the packhouse, leaving everyone waiting for her explanation that never came.
