MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA-Chapter 229: Degenerate Alpha Dren
With practiced ease, she peeled off her cloak and let it drop to her feet.
This man, she was going to teach him a bitter lesson.
Dren snarled, wiping blood from his split lip, then lunged again with brutal force. Fists flew like thunderclaps—each strike carrying years of fury and humiliation. Reana ducked a haymaker, countering with a savage kick to his knee that buckled beneath him for a heartbeat.
She took no mercy. Her fingers curled into claws, raking across Dren’s face, leaving furious red scratches that bloomed like angry roses across his skin. Dren roared, grabbing her wrists, trying to break her arm – to crush the strength out of her arms.
But Reana’s fire wouldn’t be contained. Dren was too angry and just brute force, unlike Reana who was still using her senses despite her anger.
She twisted her body sharply, breaking free and driving a hard knee into Dren’s groin. He doubled over with a guttural grunt, staggering, gasping for air.
For a fleeting second, Reana thought she had won, but Dren’s eyes flared with pure, savage madness. He charged like a bull, grabbed Reana by the neck and lifted her off the floor, then drove back and slammed her down on the council table.
Bang!
Reana hissed, pain and fury raked her bones, but Alpha Dren refused to let go. His grip on her neck tightened. He was going to kill her.
Reana raised her leg and kicked backward with all her might, slamming her heel into Dren’s temple. The impact cracked through the tense air, forcing him to stagger and loosen his grip just enough for her to gasp a desperate breath.
She twisted sharply, using the momentum to break free from his crushing hold. Falling to the side, she rolled across the shattered remnants of the table, shards biting into her skin but pain was nothing now, only fury kept her moving.
Dren recovered quickly, eyes burning with pure, unhinged rage. "I’ll kill you!" he growled, charging again with reckless abandon.
No one got involved. Markkus had taken care of Alpha Rhys and the Alpha and lost consciousness.
Markkus stood, his eyes following Dren and his Luna, in case she needed him.
The other Alphas stood, watching the fight. Most of them wanted Dren to teach her a lesson. No one believed that Dren would lose – He was one of the strongest Alphas in the hall.
He charged and Reana met him head-on, like a possessed maniac – their fists flying in a deadly blur. She jabbed a quick strike to his throat, then slammed her palm hard into his chest, pushing him backward. But Dren was like a beast cornered. He shrugged off the hit and lunged with a brutal uppercut that snapped her head back.
Stars exploded in her vision, blood stained her teeth and Beta Theon panicked. "Luna!"
But the stubborn, monstrous Luna refused to fall or give up. Spitting blood from cracked lips, she lashed out with her knee, smashing it into his ribs with bone-jarring force. Dren groaned and stumbled, falling against a chair.
Breathing ragged, Reana locked eyes with him, both leaders broken and brutal, bleeding but unyielding.
With a guttural roar, Dren charged again, and this time Reana met him with a savage tackle, sending them both crashing to the stone floor. Dust rose in clouds as they grappled. Using her flexible body to her advantage, she got on top of him, fists pounding his face with strength that belied her femininity.
No one in this hall, except Markkus, had seen her fight. They only heard rumors that Luna Reana of the Black Moon Pack was powerful. But right now, seeing how she held her own against one of the strongest Alphas in the room, they finally understood that Luna Reana wasn’t just powerful. She was a storm in wolf’s skin.
And unless they wanted to be humiliated like Alpha Dren, they’d have to learn to use their tongues well, henceforth.
Flesh met bone with sickening cracks. Dren’s head snapped to the side with each blow, his arms flailing beneath her, struggling to mount a defense.
Fuck! He cursed inwardly. Her bone was too strong. Her strength was too raw. This, this was not a strength for a woman!
He’d been thoroughly humiliated!
He tried to topple her over, but her knees were pinned to his sides, refusing to be moved. She was like a mountain on top of him.
Alpha Dren couldn’t understand how he could be so powerless under her.
Reana’s fists were guided by rage, by the grief of losing her Ryder, by every insult these Alphas’ hurled at her, by every smug Alpha who believed strength belonged to men alone.
Gasps echoed across the council hall.
"Mother Moon," someone whispered.
"She’s going to kill him," another muttered, voice filled with awe and fear.
Still straddling Dren, Reana, to her utmost shock, Reana felt his erection beneath her!
This bastard!
She snarled through gritted teeth, claws shooting out. She was going to carve out his eyes. But before she could, her wrist was gripped.
"Who dare—!" Her head snapped to the side and saw it was Alpha Julius.
"That’s enough."
Reana didn’t want to let go, but the Alpha’s grip tightened. "He’s learned his lesson," he said calmly.
Reana gritted her teeth, eyes darting back to Alpha Dren. The man’s face was a mess of blood and pain and her own knuckles weren’t any different.
With an annoyed groan, she rose and stepped away from him, but just as her weight lifted from him, Alpha Dren, bloodied and breathless, spat out a laugh. "You’re just a Luna. Even your strength doesn’t stop you from getting fucked like a whore."
Wrong words.
Alpha Julius let go of her wrist.
"You don’t need a mouth!" With a roar, Reana punched him square in the mouth – once, twice, three times – until his head lolled back, dazed. Then she rose from him, standing tall, her body trembling, as the blood dripping from her knuckles painted the the floor red.
