Babel Novel
169
On hearing this, all in the audience put on looks of shock. Why was he that certain? Did he have an ace up his sleeve? Perhaps, the Olmpha’s weakness?
“You don’t need to think so much. Just chuck the dread of devastation and we’ll win the war,” Alpha Blake declared before stepping down from the platform. The pack members made a way for him to pass.
At that moment, a pack guard precipitously ran to him and fell at his feet, exhaling hard.
Seeing his condition, many became anxious, wondering if the Olmpha had arrived so early. They didn’t truly believe a word that their Alpha said. An Alpha can’t even defeat a Lycan. So how was he going to conquer a wolf sovereign then?
Louring, the Alpha questioned, “What is it, Lykai?”
Puffing, the guard replied, “Forgive my appearance, Alpha. There are several people close to our border,”
The Alpha’s face turned uglier,” Rogues?”
The guard shook his head, “No, Alpha, they aren’t. I could see the first-ranked and the third-ranked Alpha Kings in their midst,”
Signalling to his Beta and Gamma, Alpha Blake stormed off immediately. The Beta and Gamma hurriedly followed after their scowling leader until they got to the boundary.
On reaching there, they saw the people in question.
Indeed Alpha Marcus and Alpha Dmitri were there, even the 9th-ranked Alpha King, Dyneley Rowden and his Beta, James Demanuel were present along with 7 other Alpha Kings. To summarise, the 1st and the 3rd down to 11th ranked Alpha Kings were present with either their Betas or Gammas and other chosen pack warriors.
All were attired lavishly and it looked like they were having a party at Ralton Pack’s borders. There was even a black-haired young lady doing the work of a DJ so well that people present were dancing. Even the top chef in the human territory, Mike Phillips of the 6th-ranked pack was present with his wolf-blood assistants, making food not too far from the partying group. The amazing aroma that lingered in the air made one hungry. Quite a number of the attendees tried to focus on the drinks and catchy music while also holding meaningful conversations whenever possible.
Upon seeing Alpha Chase and his entourage arrive, two individuals- a blonde-haired man with a camera and another blue-haired man holding a mic- ran forward excitedly and stopped just a few steps away from the glowering trio.
“Everyone, this is Fred Hanks, your favourite reporter right here at the boundary of the fallen pack. Before me, as you can see, is the unfortunate Alpha Blake Remington and those two men behind him, whoever they are. It pains us so much that the Alpha ranking contest had to be postponed but I’m sure this is something you’ll look forward to instead.
The fate of the Ralton Pack temporarily decides the new order of Alpha Kings. Of course, we also want to see the Olmpha destroying this pesky pack, right?
Alpha Blake, what do you have to say regarding this matter? Do you think she will show up? You seem a bit smug for someone whom disaster will befall soon; Do you have a trick up your sleeve? And more importantly, did you ever believe in karma?” the handsome reporter questioned, an impish grin plastered on his face.
The irate Alpha King pushed the reporter away but the one with the camera, although he retreated many steps, didn’t stop filming.
“Stop it!” Ralton’s Gamma warned but the blonde-haired man paid no heed.
Fuming, Chase’s father stormed towards the other jubilating Alphas who were feigning not seeing what was happening.
Halting in front of Alpha Marcus, the sullen Alpha questioned, arms crossed, “What’s the meaning of this?”
“What? I can’t hear you,” the latter responded. Then he offered the pissed newcomer an empty beer bottle, “I guess you want this?”
“I won’t reiterate my words, Marcus!” Chase’s Dad growled.
“Oh? You mean you wanted to join the party but feel nervous?” Alpha Marcus continued playing dumb, “Come on, don’t be shy, old man. There’s food, drinks and music. Look, we’re here to celebrate and show our support,”
“Support? You call this support?” Chase’s Dad threw the bottle to the ground hard, smashing it to bits.
“Look, even if it’s low-budget, you should at least appreciate our efforts, old man,” Alpha Marcus replied, before drinking from the glass of expensive red wine in his right hand, “Man, this tastes really good. Want one?” he offered, ignoring the ugly expression of the man before him.
“I want you lot out of here this instant. You’re not welcome here!”
“Oh come on. We didn’t commit a crime, did we?” the young Alpha motioned to the female DJ and she paused the music. Now everyone’s attention was on one person- the raging Blake Remington.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
“Guys, this man here is saying we committed an offence. Do you believe that?” the first-ranked Alpha asked with a serious face.
“NO!!” the others yelled in unison.
“See? It’s not wrong of us to be here. We didn’t trespass into your land nor did we harm any of your miserable subjects. And even if we did,” an impish smile spread across the sly Alpha’s face, “what can you do about it?”
Ralton’s Alpha’s scowl deepened, “How dare you speak in such a manner to me, chap? You don’t want your head anymore, huh?”
“Is that a threat, old man?” Alpha Marcus leisurely turned to face the others, “How many of you agree that he needs a visit to the psychiatric hospital?”
At that, all of them raised up their right hand.
“You…” Alpha Blake was at a loss for words. Still, he couldn’t let this insult slide and so he, without a heads-up, lunged at the young Alpha with a growl.
The young Alpha King dodged at the last moment and cracked his knuckles, “Old man, don’t play with fire that you can’t handle,”
“I love fire, in fact, I hug it!” Ralton’s Alpha responded and charged again at his opponent, the latter also did the same.
The others quickly retreated as far as they could. A battle between Alphas wasn’t a joke.
The two of them collided, delivering fast, mighty punches to each other. Some punches were evaded, and others connected with the opponent’s jaw.
Still, that didn’t deter them, the sight of blood and the pain made them excited instead.
Laughing like maniacs, they swiftly tore off their clothes and transformed into their wolf forms. Alpha Marcus turned out to be a raven-black wolf, slightly taller and bigger than his opponent who had shifted into a huge pitch-black wolf with 2 red stripes. Their glowing red eyes burned with the desire to kill.
Howling once, they pounced at each other, frantically aiming for each other’s neck, to no avail.
As they fought, numerous trees in the surrounding got damaged. A number of times, sounds of broken limbs were heard but the hurt Alpha would quickly pop the limb back into place, ignoring the agony and continue battling the opponent. This dangerous fight was recorded by many, including the one with the camera. It’s not every day one comes across Alphas fighting to the death.