The Female Warrior And The Alpha Episode 19 by Yasminne

The Female Warrior And The Alpha Episode 19 by Yasminne

I followed the guy out the building, where I was greeted by a few other people I didn’t know.
I could already hear the loud and excited cheers; my heart began to race from excitement. I marched towards the large fighting cage, briefly taking in the huge crowd of people present. It looked like there were hundreds of people here, excited to watch what people have already named ‘the fight of the year’.

The whole drama and built up tension between Irene and I on the internet and in real life will finally be addressed, through this match. Until now, people had only been betting and arguing who would win and now, it was finally happening.
I took a deep breath in and made my way towards the door I was told to stand at. I stopped and stood in front of a door that had ‘Entrance 2’ written above it. It was the door into the fighting cage; once you’re locked in, you can’t get out until there’s a winner.
I’m assuming Irene is at the opposite end of the fight cage, probably at entrance number one. The corner of my mouth lifted a little, once again realising that I can finally make her pay for throwing herself at my mate. I can make her pay in blood…

…with no consequences.
I started jumping on the spot, rolling my neck and other joints to get me pumped up and limber.
That’s when I finally heard the ring announcer start to speak.
“Okay! It’s time!”
The crowd roared and cheered even louder, to the point where it was almost deafening.
“We are all lucky to witness the fight that that has gotten the werewolf community shaken!” The ring announcer continued, sounding entertaining. “It’s the fight between Irene Wolf from The BlackShadowed Pack and Elisia Knight from The Imperial Pride Pack!”
The ruckus from the crowd increased as he said that. I couldn’t recognise his voice, but everyone seemed to like him.
“Now, it’s time to introduce our fighters! First up, Irene Wolf, also known as The White Devil! She’s our very own Chief Warrior and, incredibly, remains undefeated! Here she comes!”
A loud clanging sound echoed and the cage vibrated a little, indicating that her door had been opened.

The crowd went crazy, showing support for their fellow pack member.
“Now everyone…behind that door over there, stands a very influential female wolf who’s known to break stereotypes and kick ass. Elisia Knight, also known as the first ever female warrior in the country. She also remains undefeated. Here she comes!”
I smirked, feeling satisfied about my introduction.
The large metal door was wretched open, revealing me to the crowd. They cheered loudly as I stepped into the fighting cage. I stood tall and proud, waving to some people in the crowd who cried out my name.
Since the cage had a spherical shape, I did a 360 degree turn trying to spot my friends. Instead, I found myself looking at the ring announcer because I was curious as to who he was.
Like I thought, I didn’t know him.
He stood on a seperate podium to everyone else and wore a prestine white suit. His light brown hair was styled to perfection and he had a showbusiness aura to him. He caught my gaze and winked at me, sending me a teasing smile.
I smile back unsurely, wondering if that’s really his personality or a facade to be an entertaining ring announcer.
That’s when I realised there was another podium of the same height right by him, which I realised was where everyone was sitting.Theo and Jay sat next to each other, I could only imagine how that went down, since they are the leaders of the fighters. Our pack members sat by Jay and Julian, Leona as well as Kobi sat by their Alpha.

They all sent me a thumbs up or an encouraging smile when they realised I’d spotted them. Except Theo.
He curtly nodded at me instead, which was far more than what I expected from him, so you could say I was pleased.
“Now I have to remind you everyone, that both of them are undefeated warriors. Which means that one of them will no longer hold that title when this match ends.” The announcer said theatrically, holding a finger up.
That will be you, Irene.
For the first time since yesterday, I set my eyes upon her.
There she was, right opposite me, about thirty metres away. She wore the exact same outfit, except she wore a large silver brooch that glinted in the sunlight. Did she wear that for style or did it mean something to her?
I used have a necklace that I thought gave me a lot of luck when fighting, but I stopped wearing it once I realised how pointless it was to have that kind of belief in an object. It was more important to believe in yourself and your ability to do the best. No object in the world could bring you more luck than yourself.
Just believe in yourself, and you’ll do good. If not now, then maybe tomorrow. If not then, then that means that special day/achievement has yet to come. You just need to be patient and work hard.
I’ve had that kind of mentality for a while now, and people wonder why I have such a positive outlook on many things.
However, I could confidently say that I definately don’t have a positive outlook on Irene.
I held back the urge to snarl or give her a dirty look, because of the disgusted expression that’s on her face…and it’s directed at me.
Her long dark red hair was neatly tied up into a ponytail. Her expression darkened as the seconds of her looking at me passed.
I rolled my eyes at her, looked away. I couldn’t deal with her attitude, I would rather get the fight over and done with.
“Walk up to the middle and face each other.” The ring announcer ordered, gesturing to the middle of the cage.

I strode to the middle, where an ‘X’ had drawn on the floor. Irene and I reached the middle at the same time, holding each others’ hostile gazes. The crowd probably thought we’re cold atmosphere was simply because we are opponents, but no. This hostility between us was much more than that.
“Shake hands and let’s get it started!”
I stuck my hand out first, knowing she had to take it and accept it. I sent her smug smirk as she reluctantly took it and shook my hand briefly.
Knowing the rules already, we started to take the required steps back. Fighters usually take around five to seven steps back.

1
2
3 steps.
I always only take the minimum required amount to start the fight, this always got people on the edge of their seat because it’s a risky and bold move. I like giving the crowd a performance as well as a match.
To my surprise and dismay, Irene had also done the same. I looked at her in bewilderment to which she gave me an evil smirk.
Whatever.
“I can already see this’ll be an interesting fight. Just a reminder that there are three referees monitoring the fight so no killing. The fight will begin after the third beep.”

Beep
Beep – I tensed up and focused on Irene’s figure
Beep
I moved back a little to see she moves, she didn’t. I decided to stay on defence until I figured out her stratagy.
We circled each other, both of us looking hard for any indication of weaknesses. Unfortunately for her, looking for any kind of information from me is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Incredibly unlikely. Almost impossible.
Unfortunately for me, she also seemed to have mastered the poker face. No matter how hard I looked, there wasn’t even the slightest indication of her next move.
She suddenly slid across the floor, snapping her right leg out to trip me. Since I didn’t see it coming, I stumbled a little.
I knew she would take advantage of my little tumble and take a hit since I couldn’t see.
My best bet was that her left fist was on it’s way to hit me at any moment, since she stuck her right leg out, it would made sense since she only had time to use her left fist since less time was needed to accelerate and give a powerful hit.
It was still a 50/50 chance, but I made sure to dodge her punching attempt. I straightened myself and went back into position after receiving no hit. I was glad my guess happened to be right or it would’ve been an unforunate start to the fight.

I wasted no time in throwing a punch, starting off with a left hook, which happens to be my weaker side. I used it to create a distraction so I could throw a proper right hook and get a good hit.
For whatever reason, it was like she was expecting me to do this and completely dodged my right hook attempt. She barely dealt with my left hook punch, as if she knew I hadn’t intended to use it to get a hit.
Or maybe she really did know…
I watched her as she steadied herself, and got back into position as she slipped into defence mode.

I internally groaned at my luck, remembering what Kobi had told me. She’d apparently come to all my matches, meaning she must be familiar with how I fight.
I couldn’t shake off how unfair I thought this was, she knew all my weaknesses and strengths as well as what stratagies I’ve used to win. I knew very little about her fighting style yet she knew so much about mine.
I caught her gaze and glared at her, no wonder she seemed so confident.
Her smug smirk set something off in me, call it rage, feeling wronged or vexation, I decided to change my style of fighting.
Very risky, but I hope it’s worth it.
She swung her right fist at me, I dodged it by ducking and managed to get two fast jabs in her stomach area and backed up before she could do anything.
She griminced from the pain, but maintained her balance. She stormed toward me throwing calculated punches my way. I dodged and blocked as much as could, however she landed a few punches because of her speed.
She’s very fast, I thought while wiping the blood from my busted lip.
Before she could get another punch in, I did an uppercut, getting her right in the jaw before tripping her up. When her head slammed against the hard floor, I got on top of her and started throwing punches from all angles. She was able to block most of them except the ones on her sides.

I could finish this off, I suddenly thought. She’s right under me and I’m blocking her legs so she cannot kick me off her. I had my legs firmly wrapped around her to ensure she couldn’t flip us. All I had to do is to just keep punching until she’s too weak to get up or yields, who would’ve thought it would be this easy?She, obviously, didn’t since she did something I didn’t expect.
She headbutted me.

It completely took me off guard and made me stop throwing punches for a second. She used that opportunity the throw an uppercut my way and throw me off her.
I rolled onto the hard ground, wincing from the pain in my jaw. I got up before she could do any more damage.
I couldn’t be bothered to dust off the dirt as we started to circle each other once more.
My jaw and forehead throbbing were painful reminders that she was able get a few good hits on me.
She raised her leg to kick my way and since I didnt have time to dodge it, I got ready to block it. Unfortunately, she managed to close the distance and throw a hard punch in my ribs.
I doubled over clutching my chest from the pain, not forgetting to back up before she could do anything else. She was already going for another punch, but I dodged it before it could touch me and roundhouse kicked her, making her stagger back.
I heard the crowd go “Ooh.”
She seemed to have recovered fast as she was blocking most of the series of punches I threw at her after. She kept throwing hits and jabs at my ribs that were already throbbing in pain.
I quickly crouched to the ground and sweeped my right leg to trip her up, bringing her down to the ground.

She landed onto the ground on all fours giving me the opportunity to knee her in the face. I pull her up to her knees and bring my knee up to her face and hit her squarely in the face.
She fell forward bringing her hands to ground in front her as blood dripped from her nose.
A loud angry snarl erupted from her as she got herself up and brushes the dirt of herself. She glared at me with so much hate and anger, clenched her fists. She raised her hand and touched the silver brooch that was attached to her outfit.
She sent me a sickly smile and mouthed something. I tuned into my sensitive hearing to hear her.
“You listening?” She asked, breathing heavy.
I curtly nodded once, not sure if I wanted to hear what she has to say.
“This brooch I’m wearing is from none other than my precious Alpha.”
I scoffed at her attempt to anger me.
“So what?” I replied at the same low volume.
She scoffed back, disbelief painting her features.
“You know you care.” She spat.
She was right. I did.
I couldn’t help the raw emotion of saddness and jealousy grip my heart.
It was just a brooch, I told myself, nothing more and nothing less.
I swallowed those feelings and stopped paying attention to her words. She’s just trying to tamper with my emotions so that I don’t do well in this fight.
And yet, I couldn’t help but glance towards where Theo was sitting.
His expression was unreadable, so I wasn’t sure if he, or anyone, was listening in on our short coversation.

I turned to Irene quick enough to see her attempt to roundhouse kick me, I dodged enough to not get hit too much. But there was a lot of impact on my shoulder, making me stumble.
My eyes zeroed in on her chest, it was unguarded. Her arms were out to balance herself from performing the roundhouse kick.
I took that opportunity and kicked her in chest, hearing the breath harshly excaping her chest.”Wow, a direct hit!” I faintly heard the ring announcer exclaim.
I immediately got on top of her and started to continually throw hard punches her way. I had been rushing in trying to keep her down by straddling her that I hadn’t done it properly.
She was able to flip us over so that I was under her.
“Shit.” I blurted as her fists came down fast.
Dread and fear filled me as I realised something.
My arms were trapped under her thighs.
I can’t block her punches.
No.
“Fuck!” I cried in realisation, trying to free my arms.
The bitch aimed for my face.
I took countless of painful hits to my face, my vision became even more blurry with every hit.
“Oh, man. Ouch.” The ring announcer commented.
“Now that I’ve messed up your face, time for your ribs to feel the same.”
She punched my tender ribs that had already taken a lot of beating. I groaned and twisted in agony underneath her, internally cursing her.
The pain was unbearable, I was sure all my ribs had been broken. I could even feel one rib bone scratching the surface of my left lung. If she punches my rib cage anymore, it would puncture my lung.
I already had a hard time breathing.
I turned my head from side to side, tightly squeezing my eyes shut to deal with the pain. My head lay on the cold ground, facing my left side, I peeled my eyes open and found myself looking in the direction of my friends.
They were all standing up, wearing horrified expressions.
I internally chuckled, knowing they hadn’t expected for the fight to go this way.
Hell, even I didn’t.
I squinted to where I had seen Theo earlier, but there was no sign of him. My eyes lay on Jay instead, but he wasn’t looking my way. I followed the direction of his gaze and finally saw Theo on the other side of the podium, where the referees were.

He looked like was arguing with them, making angry and elaborated hand gestures.
I could only see the back of him, but I noticed how flushed the back of his neck was.
Irene had finally got off me and raised her hand towards the referee, a sign to allow them to countdown from five seconds.
If I don’t get up in next five seconds, I will lose this fight.

Beep
5
I made a move to get up, but winced from the sharp shooting pains from my face, throat and chest. She really took advantage of my momentary period of vulnerability.
4
I put my hands onto the cold concrete floor and pushed myself up, just in enough to roll myself over and push myself to me knees.
3
I was kneeling, wheezing from the excruciating pain rippling throughout my body. It hurt to smile, but I did so anyway to annoy Irene. And with every energy and determination I could muster…
2
I stood up.

There was a brief moment of hushed silence, everyone was in awe from my display of remarkable determination.
“That was incredible. Isn’t that right ladies and gentlemen?” The ring announcer exclaimed in awe.
The crowd agreed, roaring and cheering me on.
I stood there, legs shoulder width apart and breathing heavily. My face was throbbing and was covered in bruises. Blood trickled from my busted lips, drenching the top I wore.
It hurt to breathe, It was amazing that I could even take in oxygen with my chest in this condition.
And yet, here I was. Standing right before the person who did this to me, smiling at them like they hadn’t defeated me.
Because they didn’t.
Not now and not ever.
Disbelief and anger trickled into her shocked and angry expression.
“You should’ve stayed down.” She sneered, looking uneasy. She wiped off the blood oozing from a cut I gave her above the cheekbone.
With a dangerous expression, I took a step forward.
She backed up.

“What are you doing? You’re literally broken! I’ve broken you, you can’t fight in that conditon!”
I brought my hands up and cracked them slowly.
“Broken? Never. Not fighting? I don’t think so. Winning? I always win.” I snarled, crouching low.
I will win, I thought.
With a growl ripping out of me, I lunged towards her…

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The Female Warrior And The Alpha Episode 19
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