MATED TO THE SECRET ALPHA-Chapter 239: Rea’s Plea

Reana’s body swept the floor like a ragdoll, tumbling over broken stone and blood-streaked marble. She crashed into the steps to the dais with a bang and she groaned. For a moment, everything stilled. The air itself held its breath.

Blood ran from her mouth, her side, her brow. She coughed, body twitching as she tried to push herself up. Her vision blurred. Her limbs screamed. Her ribs throbbed, possibly cracked. But her wolf, the wild, vengeful beast inside her, was howling for more.

’Let me out!’ Rea howled. ’You stand no change against her! Let me out!’

But Reana didn’t listen.

"Luna!" Marian screamed again, her voice splintering into sobs.

"Luna, please, stop!" Kira tried to move, but the silver chains on her wrists burned and she whimpered.

Tara gritted her teeth, fists clenched behind her back and the little movement aggravated the silver around her wrist and she hissed and stilled.

Markkus looked uncomfortable. Fists clenched by his sides. It seemed that Lennox was not enough to quench Reana’s anger. He’d let her burn out her fury before he got involved. Even though he knew he’d lose too.

Tamara growled, a sound that vibrated through the ribcages of everyone watching. She stood fully transformed: over eight feet tall, a monstrous she-wolf of sleek grey fur and molten silver eyes. Her claws were longer than daggers. Her fangs dripped with venomous rage.

Across the room, Reana pushed herself to her feet –her wounds healing faster than normal werewolves– thanks to Ryder’s blood inside her.

She stood tall, part-human, part-wolf – a terrifying hybrid. Her eyes blazed like stormfire, skin streaked with fur along her arms and shoulders, claws elongated, spine rippling with raw power. Her lips peeled back in a snarl, revealing sharp canines. She wasn’t the bigger wolf.

But fury made her feral.

This time, Tamara lunged first, faster than any fully transformed wolf had the right to be. She slammed into Reana like a battering ram, sending her crashing back into the stone walls. The impact cracked the wall behind her and her spine shifted violently.

She exploded forward with a savage roar, sinking her claws into Tamara’s ribs and dragging them down. Blood sprayed. Tamara howled, twisted, and swiped with one massive paw. It caught Reana across the shoulder, spinning her midair. She landed hard, but rolled, using the momentum to spring back to her feet.

Another blur, and they were at it again. Fangs snapping. Claws flashing like steel. Every blow echoed like a drumbeat of doom.

Tamara’s strength was overwhelming. She shoved Reana back, pinned her for a moment, jaws closing toward her throat. But Reana smashed her forehead into Tamara’s muzzle, breaking the nose with a sickening crunch. Tamara recoiled.

Reana leapt, she wrapped her legs around Tamara’s neck and used gravity to flip the larger wolf off her feet.

The watching packs gasped.

Tamara crashed to the floor, and Reana landed atop her and punched her, claws bared, again and again and again, sinking in and out of flesh with sickening squelching sounds.

But Tamara wasn’t done.

With a roar that shook dust from the ceilings, she caught Reana mid-swing, rolled them over, and bit down on her side. Reana screamed, a horrible sound, but didn’t stop. She jammed her elbow into Tamara’s jaw until the bite loosened, then raked her claws across Tamara’s eyes.

They separated, panting, bleeding, bodies shaking.

One of the Dark Snow Pack members tried to step in.

A single look from Reana turned him to stone. A single growl from Tamara sent him running back.

They lunged again, both slower now, but no less deadly.

Tamara charged, her claws pounding the floor, but Reana was ready. She crouched, waiting, chest heaving.

And when Tamara drew too close, Reana twisted out of the way, and Tamara, too fixated on her prey, rammed into the wall, head. first.

Boom!

The impact shook the entire hall.

Stone cracked. Dust rained down. The people gasped. Some staggered back, others leaned in with wide eyes, unable to look away.

Tamara slumped for a moment, dazed. Her head lolled, blood trailing from her temple. But she growled, shaking it off, turning — only to find Reana already mid-air, fangs bared, claws glinting.

Slash!

A deep, clean gash opened across Tamara’s shoulder. She howled, stumbling back, but Reana didn’t relent. There was no pause. No mercy. She pounced again, fist clenched — ignoring the sharp pain from her nails digging into her palm— delivered a brutal punch to her windpipe.

Tamara’s howl faded and her eyes widened. But it didn’t stop there.

Grabbing her arm mid-swipe, she twisted it. Hard. Merciless – from an unnatural angle.

Crack!

A bone-curling roar tore from Tamara’s chest as the cracking sound of bones filled the air.

A gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Stop—" someone howled.

But no one moved.

Reana stepped back, hunched over, breathing heavily as she watched her opponent writhing.

Tamara coughed, blood dripping from every injury. A sharp bone pierced out from her arm, tearing through her matted fur. Her limbs trembled. Her wolf form flickered, unstable.

She was losing control. But pride wouldn’t let her give up. Not in front of so many people.

She snarled again, pushed up on shaky hands— and collapsed.

That’s when it happened.

The shift.

Not out of choice. But necessity. Survival. Her wolf spirit, battered and beaten, gave out.

Gasps broke through the stillness.

Everyone was stunned. Not because they enjoyed watching them fight. No, they did, but with their hearts in their throats.

They were shocked, not because two she-wolves clashed. No. It wasn’t new.

They were awestruck and flabbergasted because these two were never supposed to fight this long. It was supposed to be one-sided with Reana being on the losing side.

It was supposed to end before it even began.

But it didn’t.

It didn’t end. But instead, Tamara was forced to shift!

Tamara, the seasoned warrior, the fierce princess of the Southern islands, the wolf everyone feared, was forced to shift back.

Her body could no longer hold the transformation – not after the vicious mauling, not after that last blow Reana landed straight to her windpipe with clawed knuckles. Her ribs were cracked. Her vision blurred. Her wolf, once Indomitable, receded with a pained growl, unable to keep up.

She was still beautiful. Still terrifying. But human. Bleeding. Battered. Chest rising and falling in uneven gasps. Hair matted with sweat and blood. Her pride shattered.

And across from her, Reana didn’t shift back.

She stayed in that half-wolf form, eyes burning like twin infernos, her white fur streaked with blood. She was exhausted, battered, trembling, but her anger was not satiated.