Chapter 123

It's easy to fetch and even easier to shove it into his throat. Blood flows from his mouth and splatters onto me as he coughs, reaching for the glass embedded in his esophagus . I dig it in deeper, till it's buried to the hilt and Tate is limp, sprawled on the mat with glassy eyes staring into nothing.  The crowd is silent. Even my group is.  I hoist myself up by the fence lining the cage, plucking the needle from my chest and tossing it into the side.  And then I stare out into the crowd. At least I didn't die this time. I just went on a drug trip. I stare into foreign faces, some are wide eyed and shocked and probably relieving their Alpha's death, who they once thought was invincible. And I understand now as I stand before them, wounds healed and shoulders braced.  And like instinct too, most show signs of submission by lowering their eyes.  "I am your Alpha now!" And they don't deny me.