Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Alexander

This was much more difficult than I had anticipated, standing so close to Ashley and not being recognized by her is driving my wolf crazy.

Meanwhile, her beautiful nerve-calming scent is pulling me closer to her by the minute.

Watching the idiot that calls himself an alpha whisper some nonsense to her ears makes me want to kill him right there and then.

He. Will. Surely. Die.

I watched with anger as he stood up from the chair and starts walking towards the arena, he soon gets in and stops.

The crowd is thrown into silence as everyone anticipates what would happen next, even Ashley is watching with keen interest.

Does she like him so much that she would want to puts so much interest in bloody combat? I would never have thought my Ashley would like such violence.

Indeed I have been gone for a long time.

“You can see your mate is happy by my side, isn't she looking beautiful,” I heard him say tauntingly to me.

Honestly, I couldn't argue with him, Ashley looked like she was having the time of her life which makes me wonder if she already knows that I am the one fighting out here today.

“It seems you know my name already, what's yours,” I asked, as I tried to calm my racing emotions down so I don't kill the bastard before the combat gets started.

“My name is Jason and I'm the one that has been fucking your mate since you died, you can see how beautiful and glowing she is looking. Guess what, she said she likes my cock better than yours. So I am here to ensure you remain when you should have been a long time ago, and that is been dead and buried” the idiot called Jason continued spurring.

His words were like sharp pins piercing my heart, as much as I tried not to think about it, I found myself sulking in anger and betrayal.

Yes, I felt betrayed and angry not towards this Jason, but Ashley. Hearing him say that he has been sleeping with her made my wolf furious as I tighten my hand around the sword in my hand in fury.

Somehow I couldn't get passed the images of him touching her inappropriately, she is mine and I am the only licensed to do things to her her body the way I deem fit.

But hearing him talk about how he has been making love to Ashley made me think if Ashley ever indeed loved me.

I wondered if she had lied to me and if she loved me.

I know I have been gone for over one year but is it enough time to forget someone you claimed to have loved and was killed in a battle?

Even though it hurts my heart and makes my wolf winced in pain, I hate to think about what my heart is telling me.

Ashley never loved me and it hurts so much, she only saw an opportunity to become someone important and she took it.

I will never forgive her.

The roaring of the crowd drew my attention back to what was happening around me as I looked at Jason to see that he was pulling out his sword.

At one sight I could already tell the make of his sword and I was a bit surprised to see the sword with him.

I can remember seeing it with my father years back, though a very long time ago.

If anything my father told me about that sword is real, then I can see where this Jason got his courage from.

My father called it 'Uwunimose' it is an African word that translated to 'death is a beautiful thing'

The sword is laced with deadly poison, and a tiny piercing from it can kill the bravest and strongest of men.

But how did Jason come in possession of that sword?

My father was gifted the sword on his eighteenth year birthday, though he never got to use it. He had one day hoped that he would pass it down to me, but that never happened as the sword suddenly went missing.

We never really put the effort into finding the sword then because we felt it was somewhere hidden in the house.

But seeing it now with Jason makes me think that it was never missing but stolen.

So who would have stolen the sword and given it to him?

Derrick.

It all starts to make sense now, derrick has had the sword this entire time, and he may have likely killed my father with the sword.

When we noticed a little cut on my father's wrist on the morning we found him dead, we wondered how he got the mark but never did once my mind goes to the poisonous sword.

“Do you plan to kill me with my father's sword?” I asked a surprised-looking Jason. It was apparent from his look that he had no idea of where the sword had come from.

“What are you talking about?” he questioned, a bit taken aback by the information I just told him.

“You don't know, do you?” I questioned as I wondered what derrick could have told him to make him agree to fight with such a deadly weapon.

The sword is made in such a way that it kills both its owner and the enemy. It was never made to be used but to serve as a constant reminder that he who kills by the sword dies by the sword.

“That sword you are holding is a very rare type of sword, it belonged to my father. It was made especially for him by an African tourist that visited our pack on his eighteenth-year birthday. What you do not know about that beautiful sword is that it needs years of mastering to be able to use it effectively in a fight, so I want to assume you have practiced enough, because like a disobedient servant, the sword can turn against its master” I said, as I watch him take uneven steps backward as a result of fear while glaring at the sword.

The fear in his eyes gave me a somewhat satisfaction I never anticipated.

“Gentlemen and ladies, we are here to witness the dawn of a new era as this battle between our alpha and the great alpha Alexander would determine our fate. The winner takes it all,” an elderly man said to the crowd, and this created mixed feelings in the crowd.

I looked at Ashley with a little hope that perhaps hearing my name would soften her heart and make her come to me but I meant her eyes staring at Jason who in turn was looking at her.

I was hurt.

To think that I loved and still love her more than anything in the world made my heart bleed.

“Let the fight begin,” the man shouted, and that made the crowd roar in excitement.

Jason turned to look at me while taking a defensive position. But seeing how he held the sword made me realize that he has never handled the sword before now.

I may not have fought with the sword but I have practiced and mastered how to fight with it because my father made a similar sword for me to practice with while I was still training.

I Could easily kill him with the sword in his hand, but like a rat drowning in a deep well filled in water, I will make him think he has a chance at survival.

He chose his death.

****

Ashley.

I am beginning to think something is wrong with me, it's like I am gradually losing my earring senses.

I can hardly hear the movement of people even when I can see them clapping or cheering, I just can't hear what they are saying.

Watching the fight between Jason and the unknown man in the mask confirms my suspicion.

I can't hear their swords clashing or whatever it was that they said before the fight started.

The mere thought that I was going deaf terrified me as I looked around me trying to listen more attentively if I could hear voices.

I noticed I could hear them but very faintly and I had to listen attentively to get what they are saying.

I looked around subconsciously with the hope of finding Oliver or my baby, but there was no sign of them.

The gasp and sudden look of shock on the faces of people made me look back to the arena to see that Jason's sword had fallen and the masked man's sword was pointed at his throat.

I don't know, but there is a way of fear towards the stranger, it seems that I am uncontrollably drawn to him.

His aura of dominance, bravery, and possessiveness seem very familiar, and honestly, it's been difficult trying to hold me from going over to where he is and asking him if we had met before.

I was almost lost in the moment that I forgot what was been expected of me by Jason.

How fun It would have been to watch him die right but because he is the only that knows where my baby is, I hate that I am left with no other option other than to help him.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I commanded the wind to take them off the sword from the masked stranger's hand.

And that gave Jason enough time to reach for his sword and point it at the stranger who by now was looking defenseless.