My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 9

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The elevator dings on arrival and the doors slid open. The chaos hits almost instantly, like stepping into an entirely new world.

The smell of sweat and blood is heavy in the air. As well as expensive leather, wine, gasoline and a blend of other spices.

There’s an ongoing chant of; “Den wolf! Den wolf! Den wolf!”

It’s a word used to refer to the retired champions of the fight den.

The underground fight den is a well organised space. The fight ring is large enough to contain at least a hundred men and it stands right in the center of the room. The guest tables are arranged on an elevated level all around the ring.

The guests easily get a full view of the entire fight without having to stand or move around.

Of course, there were those who still chose to stand, fuelled by adrenaline and excitement. But the arrangement ensured they wouldn’t obstruct the view of others as the elevated level graduated higher the further into the crowd one looked.

While the fight den was a vast space, it was reserved for elites only. And so it wasn’t overly crowded, just a moderate number of rogues and pack wolves alike who had the adrenaline to burn and the money to spend.

They’ve all come to witness a ‘no–rules‘ fight between the two champions of the night. I can practically taste the excitement thick in the air, after all, Caleb is a top ranked Den wolf. He was once a champion of this ring and the newer generation of champions have been itching to try their luck with him.

There is an elevated bar on a platform at the other end of the hall, with waiters clad in leather going around to serve the guests.

I head over to my reserved table, exchanging a few nods with familiar faces on the way. Caleb’s leather jacket is already strapped over the opposite couch, while the man himself stands leisurely in the ring, sizing up opponent with a wide grin.

his

Sitting, a waiter quickly places a drink on my table. I pick it up and take a sip, before easing into the couch to watch the fight. “He should know he has three minutes. I won’t wait any longer than that.”

A loud bang rings out as the referee fires the gun, kick–starting the fight. Caleb lunges immediately, moving faster than most of the guests could comprehend.

The fight doesn’t take long. In about a minute and a few seconds, Caleb has the new champion pinned and unmoving.

The guests roar in excitement. Chanting his name and crying for blood.

He could choose to deal more harm, it is a no rules match after all. But it is dishonourable to humiliate an already defeated opponent.

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Caleb releases his hold on his opponent, much to the disappointment of the eager crowd and grabs a damp towel to wipe his bloody fists as he exits the ring.

“Kael!” He calls, jogging over with his grin still intact on his lips. “You should let me back from Ridgeway. These Thorneville champions have gone soft.”

“Alpha.” Blake corrects in exasperation.

Caleb chuckles, inclining his head in greeting before he takes a seat across from Blake and I.

“How did it go?” Blake asks, and Caleb turns serious.

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” He apologises, shaking his head slightly. “We’ve gone through almost every rogue gang in Ridgeway and still no positive identification. It’s either the rogues from ten years ago are all dead, or…” He

trails off.

My expression turns cold, my hands clenching into fists. I’ve been on the trail of the rogues from the attack on Blackwood Pack ten years ago, for so long now. The trail led to Ridgeway and for three years, I’ve searched every corner of the damned city and still couldn’t find them.

“Four escaped alive.” Blake says, shaking his head. “They can’t all be dead. Even if they are, what about their families? There should be a trace at least. They can’t just… disappear.”

Caleb nods in agreement. “What do you think it is?”

Blake ponders over it for a moment. “I’ve heard recently, the top ten packs have taken to absorbing skilled rogues to serve as enforcers due to the growing territory conflicts.”

“It’s happened in Ridgeway, Cone–island and even here in Thorneville.” Blake reports. “If it’s the rogues from a decade ago, there’s a good chance they meet the criteria to be scouted.”

My brows furrow slightly and I glance over at Caleb.

“TIl look into it…” He is saying, but he’s interrupted by a booming voice that draws the attention of over half

the den.

“Well, if it isn’t the outcast, Kael Blackwood!”

Caleb was up on his feet immediately. Fists at the ready.

I don’t need to turn to know who it is.

Alpha Marcus Kingston, the new Alpha of the second strongest pack in Thorneville. He’s a former rival of sorts well, he’s not nearly good enough to be considered a rival.

We attended the same High School, He, Cameron and I and it’s safe to say, he loathes the Blackwood brothers, particularly me

Not without reason. I’d be mad too if I was repeatedly defeated by my peer, and then his little brother.

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But it’s not my fault he couldn’t even take care of Cameron and got humiliated by him after I left. He’s always been a sorry excuse for an Alpha.

Blake leans over. “Should we take care of him?”

I shake my head slowly. Gesturing for Caleb to stand down.

Marcus arrives by my table with three of his subordinates, extending a hand to me with a smug smirk. “Congratulations on your reinstatement as a Blackwood. I was beginning to worry I wouldn’t get to take care of you after I’m done with your brother.”

I return the smirk, reaching for my glass like I hadn’t seen his extended hand. My smirk widens as he growls lowly, his eyes darkening in rage at being ignored.

“I would think you still understand common etiquette as the former Alpha heir of Blackwood Pack. But I guess I should have known better. I mean for a man fucking his brother’s wife?” He chuckles in disdain,

My smirk freezes at the mention of Laila. The cowardly bastard, how dare he mention her….

A cold rage crawls down my spine. My hand moves faster than anyone around can keep track of, reaching for the gun in my holster.

I don’t even think of the consequences or hesitate before pulling the trigger.

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