Mated to the Triplet Alphas
Chapter 93: Underground Fight

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Underground Fight

Third POV

The underground arena of The Dark Hour pulsed with energy as spectators roared and placed their final bets. The fighting pit at the center was being prepared for the next match.

Lucas and Liam stood at the edge of the ring, speaking in low tones as they assessed their opponent. A tall, lean vampire with jet-black hair paced the opposite side, his fangs partially extended in anticipation. He was surrounded by a few friends of his own, each of them egging him on as he looked at them tauntingly.

“Remember,” Lucas said, keeping his voice steady despite the concern gnawing at his insides, “vampires are quick, but their movements are predictable once you learn their patterns.”

Strong as they were, werewolves hardly crossed paths with vampires. They each had their own territories, and hardly ever mingled be it for better or for worse. As a result, Liam did not have practical combat experience against them.

But that didn’t mean he was about to lose to a mere vampire.

Liam nodded, rolling his shoulders to loosen them. “I’ve got this. You focus on finding a way to that office once I win.”

Lucas’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to see Levi’s message.

‘It’s Annie.’

“What is it?” Liam asked.

“Annie’s most likely the one who took Hazel,” Lucas muttered, showing Liam the message. “Levi’s tracking her down. Samuel’s under interrogation right now, along with his mate.”

Liam’s expression darkened. “When I get my hands on her—”

“Later,” Lucas cut in. “One problem at a time.”

The host’s voice boomed over the speakers, commanding the attention of the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen, supernatural beings of all kinds!” he called out, his voice dripping with theatrical enthusiasm. “Our next fight promises blood, sweat, and possibly tears!”

The crowd responded with a deafening cheer.

“In the red corner, representing the nightwalkers, Felix ‘The Fang’ Romano!”

The vampire raised his arms, basking in the mix of cheers and boos.

“And in the blue corner, a new challenger—one-third of the infamous Sullivan triplets, Alpha Liam Sullivan of the Emberfang Pack!”

A mixture of surprised gasps and excited shouts rippled through the audience. It wasn’t everyday an Alpha of a werewolf pack would participate. They always had more important business to handle, and if one were to find this fight club, they might even try to snuff it out.

“The rules are simple,” the host continued. “You lose if you’re knocked out or knocked off the stage. Everything else—” he paused dramatically, “—EVERYTHING else is allowed! Use any means necessary to win. Kill if you must!”

Lucas gave his brother a supportive pat on the back before stepping away from the ring. “End this fight quickly.”

Liam stepped forward into the ring, his green eyes never leaving his opponent. The vampire sneered, exposing razor-sharp fangs as he settled into a fighting stance.

The host raised his hand, the crowd falling into an expectant hush.

“Let the match begin!”

The vampire didn’t waste any time. He lunged forward with supernatural speed, his movement almost a blur to the untrained eye. But Liam was ready. He sidestepped at the last possible moment, causing Felix to miss his target by mere inches.

The crowd roared as the two opponents circled each other, sizing each other up. Felix’s eyes gleamed with predatory intensity, while Liam maintained a deceptively relaxed posture.

“Heard you’re looking for someone,” Felix taunted, his voice a silky hiss. “Must be pretty desperate to come here.”

Liam’s jaw tightened but he kept his composure. “You can say that,” he replied coolly.

Felix charged again, this time feinting left before striking right. His fist connected with Liam’s jaw, sending the werewolf staggering back a step. The vampire grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

Blood dripped from the corner of Liam’s mouth. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his eyes darkening with focus rather than rage. This wasn’t the time to let emotions take over.

From the sidelines, Lucas watched intently, analyzing the fight while scanning the room for any path to the upper levels. He spotted a guarded staircase leading up to what appeared to be private boxes.

Back in the ring, Felix had settled into a rhythm—attack, retreat, circle, repeat. Each time, he moved with the same predictable pattern, though his supernatural speed made it difficult for Liam to counter effectively. Vampires were much more agile than werewolves.

But unfortunately for vampires, werewolves were much stronger.

Liam absorbed several more blows, bidding his time, studying his opponent. Felix was a good fighter, but he was also arrogant. He had the bad habit of hinting what his next move would be, and eventually, Liam realized that he wasn’t purposely showing it just to trick his opponents.

After taking a particularly hard hit to the ribs, Liam decided he’d learned enough.

As Felix circled back for another attack, Liam anticipated the vampire’s movement perfectly. Just as Felix lunged, Liam dropped low and swept his leg in a powerful arc, catching the vampire mid-stride.

Felix tumbled and slammed on the floor, causing the crowd to gasp. But he recovered quickly, springing back to his feet with a snarl. “Lucky shot, mutt.”

The crowd’s excitement grew, sensing the shift in momentum. Many who had bet on the vampire now looked worried.

Liam remained silent, focused entirely on the fight. When Felix charged again, Liam dodged the initial strike and countered with a powerful uppercut that sent the vampire reeling backward.

Blood splattered across the arena floor. Felix realized his pattern wasn’t working anymore. He switched tactics, becoming more erratic in his movements, trying to throw Liam off.

But Liam had found his rhythm now. He matched the vampire blow for blow, gradually gaining the upper hand. The crowd sensed it too, their cheers growing louder with each successful strike from the werewolf.

“Finish him!” someone shouted from the audience.

Felix, growing desperate, reached into his boot and pulled out a small blade. It glinted under the arena lights. The crowd gasped then cheered even louder at this development as Liam scowled.

Silver.

“That’s right,” Felix sneered. “Let’s make this interesting.”

Liam eyed the blade warily but didn’t back down. When Felix lunged with the knife, Liam growled.

In an instant, skin turned into fur, and his body shifted. The crowd gasped as the human competitor was suddenly replaced by a massive black wolf with glowing gold eyes.

The transformation had been so quick that Felix hadn’t adjusted his trajectory. He stumbled forward, off-balance, as his target disappeared. Before he could recover, powerful jaws clamped around his knife-wielding arm.

Felix let out an inhuman screech as Liam’s teeth sank deep. The silver knife clattered to the ground. With a swerve, Liam threw the vampire across the ring, sending him crashing through the ropes and out of the arena.

“That’s it!” the host called out excitedly. “The winner—Alpha Liam Sullivan of the Emberfang Pack!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and boos. Liam stepped back, exhaling deeply as his eyes scanned the crowd. When he raised his gaze, he met the old man’s eyes from the luxury box. He stared down at Liam for a few seconds before turning away.

A yell suddenly came from behind. “You were just lucky!”