The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 317: Born To Lose, Reborn To Win

Chapter 317: Born To Lose, Reborn To Win

FIONNA

Observing the stage and being in it were two different things altogether, Fionna realized as Basil NorthClaw encircled her, predatory beady eyes of his on her.

Outside the stage, she was a mere observer with all of her strength reined in. But in the stage, she was a hunter with all her attention on her prey.

She never had doubts for once, but if ever she did, they all disappeared at that moment as her eyes zeroed in on Basil NorthClaw and him alone.

The noises, the cheers, the booings, none of them mattered to her at that moment.

All that mattered was the prey.

She barely heard the metal clang before Basil swung for her like a well trained panther. He was an agile thing, and his blows were certain without any hint of hesitation.

His claw was bared, while all Fionna did was to raise her fists up, her legs parted as she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet in rabid anticipation .

The first swipe of Basil’s claw missed her by a hair’s breadth, but Fionna was already moving, her eyes locked onto Basil’s. She dodged and weaved, avoiding his snapping jaws and slashing claws with ease.

She had expected that much having heard that Basil was notoriously known as a Ripper. He was a man who knew well how to manipulate his wolf’s ability to tear into his prey.

And doing it in human form was no different.

Her own claws, sharp and deadly, remained sheathed, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as all she did was to defend.

But time was against them, and Basil knew that much. True to him being a worthy opponent, he quickly changed strategy and began to push harder.

Punch, kick, lunge, and swipe. They were moved that came so fast and easily to him like he was riding a high that Fionna could only dream of in her nightmares.

He was fast. Way too faster than Fionna had ever anticipated. So fast that Fionna almost fumbled badly.

His sudden new found speed made Fionna’s defensive tactic a big flaw. And in a twist that she never saw coming, one of his kicks got her, and next thing, her body was flying in the air until she landed like a sack of potatoes on the edge of the stage.

The audience roared, but she could barely hear them. All she could hear was the ringing in her ears, and the unmistakable sound of Basil furiously approaching her to finish what he had started.

But Fionna just laid there, unmoving until she was sure that he was upon her. That was where she sought her first opening.

Basil might be faster than her based on whatever he might have taken, but Fionna thanks to her years of training and body size was far much nimble and agile.

So nimble that she easily sprinted up the moment Basil was close enough, his claws swiping through the air mere inches from her face. Fionna waited until his claws almost made their reach to her before she then sprang into action.

She sprinted upwards, using the edge of the stage as a springboard to propel herself into a backwards flip.

As she twisted through the air, Fionna’s eyes locked onto Basil’s who was in the process of recovering from the shock of her sudden maneuver, a fierce determination burning within her.

She landed gracefully on the balls of her feet, her claws finally unsheathing with a deadly whisper that seemed to clash with whatever that was laced in the charged air.

Her eyes flitted briefly to the giant Hourglass, by her calculation, they still had a solid two minutes of time.

The audience erupted into cheers and gasps as if they sensed a shift in momentum. Anticipation held the air in the room in a choke hold while she ruthlessly swiped at Basil.

She wasn’t looking, just swiping. But the gush of blood that splattered on her face told her that she had done just what she wanted which was to mar his face.

Fionna wasn’t looking for some simple defeat, she wouldn’t be satisfied until she left that stage after delivering the most humiliating defeat to the man that thought himself as untouchable and unreachable.

The man who loved to take by force. The man who enjoyed taking ruthlessly from helpless women.

Basil howled, carrying his face in his hands while the audience all reared back in shock as one. Like they couldn’t believe it would get that dirty.

Fionna’s claw assault continued with relentless precision. As Basil staggered from the surprise attack and the fact that his beautiful face had been marred, she seized the advantage, exploiting every opening with calculated strikes.

Her claws, now painted with his blood, became instruments of both vengeance and humiliation. With each swipe, she aimed not just to wound physically but to shatter his pride.

Basil, caught off guard by Fionna’s sudden intensity, struggled to regain his footing. His attempts to counter her onslaught were met with swift evasions and punishing blows.

"Why are you suddenly so slow?" Fionna asked with a tsk, "you were so fast before, what? Did the drug you took decide to fail you at this moment?"

"I didn’t take anything you bitch!" He howled, discreetly unsheathing a small knife that Fionna easily pried away from his fingers after breaking two of it.

The knife clattered to the side, and Fionna pretended not to see that he did possess another knife that was sheathed in his boots. To werewolves, it was a shame to fight in a combat of that nature with artificial weapons, and there was no better way to shame Basil than to allow him disgrace himself in a way that werewolves despised.

He howled in pain of his broken fingers, and the audience, initially stunned by Fionna’s reversal, erupted into a mix of awe and disbelief at the spectacle unfolding before them.

"Finish him!" They chanted in one voice.

"Not now," Fionna responded in her head. Perhaps she was being too cocky. She should finish it then, win and be done with it all already. But no, she still stalled.

It was Basil NorthClaw afterall, the son and descendant of the House of NorthClaw. His defeat had to be so utterly humiliating that none of the council men who supported him would have any voice to object to it.

In a desperate bid to regain control, Basil lunged forward with the other knife, aiming a desperate slash at Fionna’s side. She deftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike, then countered with a powerful kick that sent Basil sprawling to the ground. He grappled with pain and frustration, his once-confident demeanor shattered.

But Fionna wasn’t done. She circled him like a predator, her eyes blazing with something foreign. With each step, she reminded him of his vulnerability, of the power she now wielded over him. She leaned down,

"Did you for once think you stood a chance with me?" She asked him because she was curious. She wondered if that dipshit before her thought that they were ever on an equal standing simply because he took a drug while she was weary from all the tests.

Basil merely coughed blood, and then wheezed, "Fuck you!"

She smiled deliciously, "Never. And remember that bet of ours, I shall come and collect my prize, but not now."

The audience watched in rapt attention as she closed in for the final act.

With a swift, decisive movement, Fionna delivered the finishing blow—a precise strike of her claws against his spine incapacitated him without mercy. Even at that time, they still had about a minute remaining.

As he lay defeated at her feet, unable to raise a finger, she stood to face the central Dias where Zina sat smiling at her.

The crowd’s cheers mixed with gasps of astonishment echoed through the arena, marking the culmination of the battle between a mere woman and a man that was once thought to be it all.

"And for this round, the winner is the Red Hand Fionna!" The announcer boomed and the audience cheered, but she cared not for them.

Some Epsilons claimed the stage and carried out Basil’s motionless body. Despite knowing that he had intended to take her life, Fionna wasn’t reluctant to spare him his own life.

Afterall, it was never personal for them. On Fionna’s part, she had merely been expressing her rage at the fact that she never got to take her personal revenge on Igar, the former beta of the WolfKnight Pack.

As demanded, Fionna went to stand before the Alpha King who seemed so disinterested she would have been otherwise hurt if she were another person.

One would think that he was forced to attend the tournament, or that the contestants weren’t vying to be one of his most important subordinates.

Zina stood and spoke to her with eyes shining with pride, "Some are born to lose, but reborn to win."

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