Chapter 174: Logan vs Gerard
Logan
"Logan, this doesn't make sense. You know he won't play fair. They're coming at us with everything, they want to finish us off!"
"They're bastards, we know that," my brothers said through the mind link. I just listened to her.
"Please, don't do this. I'm begging you, Logan." And I swear I couldn't stop looking at her. I moved closer and hugged her, knowing the enemy would revel in it.
"You're walking into their trap, brother. No matter what they say, we know who you are," Dominic told me, and I was at a loss for words.
"This is all happening because of me," I replied. But they refused to listen. Someone had to pay the price for my actions, for my selfishness, for my ambition.
"Forgive me, my mate. Forgive me from the bottom of my heart," I begged her, and she wouldn't let me go.
"Please... we just mated... You marked me," she said tearfully, and I stroked my mark, right in the center of her throat. It was beautiful, a moon.
Morgan was very proud that she was ours, but even he agreed with me. At least if something happened to me, she wouldn't be alone. I gave her a passionate kiss, the kind I should have given her the first time I knew she was ours.
"Logan! Logan!" she cried as my brothers comforted her.
"First good decision you've ever made, boy," my uncle said with a malicious grin.
"Our parents have protected Moonvalley for decades. And here I am, ready to fight for the rank that rightfully belongs to me and my brothers, by inheritance and by blood. To prove that we have always been worthy of being Alphas, and to atone for my mistakes, which have been many. My beautiful mate has forgiven me, accepted me and allowed me to mark her. I'm hers, and that's all I need,' I declared. I knew I wasn't alone. No matter what happens, my brothers will fight, as they always have.
The Council, who had been silent, now resumed their role as supposed mediators, though I knew full well that wasn't the case. They just wanted to give him the victory.
"Cut the drama, Logan, and let's fight," Gerard called.
The circle closed around us. The wolves of the pack formed an impenetrable wall of bodies, their eyes glowing with the anticipation of battle. Gerard stood before me with a wry smile, as if he had already won. We swore to settle this without transformations, just with our hands, with the honor of our blood.
The wind blew hard through the trees, but everything around me seemed to fade away. It was him and me. I took a deep breath, felt the earth beneath my feet, connected to my instincts. I couldn't lose.
Gerard made the first move, fast and brutal. His blows were heavy, like hammer blows designed to shatter my defenses, but I was ready. I leaned to one side, avoiding his right fist, and countered with a hook right to his jaw. The impact was satisfying. I heard him growl as he staggered back, spitting blood, but he didn't give me a chance.
We charged at each other, crashing into each other like beasts, locked together. I twisted my hips and threw him to the ground. His body hit the ground hard, raising a cloud of dust. "I've got him," I thought. I jumped on him, punching him in the face again and again. The hate in his eyes turned to pure rage, and for a moment it looked like he wouldn't get up. But I underestimated him.
With a roar, Gerard kicked me off with both legs, throwing me to the side. My back hit the ground hard and as I tried to get up I saw him coming like a storm. I rose in time to block his next blow, stopping it before it reached my head.
"Is that all you've got, Gerard?" I taunted between heavy breaths. He didn't answer. His eyes were bloodshot. He was going all out.
I felt the momentum shift. My body began to adjust to the rhythm of the fight, anticipating his attacks. I pushed him back with a precise punch to his stomach, then slammed my elbow into his face. Gerard fell to his knees, panting, but as I was about to deliver the final blow, something changed in his expression. I saw a gleam in his eyes and suddenly he shouted.
"Now!"
Instinctively, I turned my head, thinking something was happening behind me. Madeleine screamed. In that split second of distraction, Gerard pounced on me like a rabid wolf. The trap had worked. I was a fool to fall for it.
His hands closed around my neck and his strength was overwhelming. The growling and cheering of the pack surrounded me, but I couldn't tell if they were cheering for him or me. I hit his body with my fist, trying to get him off me, but Gerard wouldn't let go.
I grabbed his arm with all my strength, twisting my body just enough to gain momentum, and threw him over me.
We rolled around on the floor, exchanging blows without a break. My knuckles are full of blood, but I barely felt the pain. I kept hitting him, listening to his growl of frustration, but something inside me told me the fight wasn't over.
Then I saw it. Gerard was reaching for something on his belt, something small but shiny. A knife.
"Bastard!" I growled.
I managed to grab his wrist before he could fully pull it out, and we wrestled for control of the blade. Suddenly, a roar pierced the air. The circle of wolves around us shifted, and all hell broke loose. The wolf packs that had been watching began to attack each other. Someone else made the first move and within seconds it was chaos. The fight between the alphas had turned into an all-out war.
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