“Does this make me an Alpha?”
The words slithered from his mouth like venom, low and guttural, carrying across the blood-soaked arena.
Master Orion growled them, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His aura pressed down on the crowd like a suffocating weight, bending spines, crushing breaths.
He stood tall, draped in black ninja cloth that swallowed every inch of his frame. His mask concealed his face entirely, only his hands bare, and that skin...dark, smooth, rare.
Rare enough to silence the crowd into whispers. Rare enough to make their thoughts turn wild. Rare enough to feed suspicion and awe in equal measure.
“That’s f*****g cheating!” one voice burst out, trembling with rage. “He let them slaughter each other and then cut down the victor like a coward. That’s no Alpha..
