Page 107 of King Luna

But I find none.

His bites are just as vicious, thinking just as crafty, and paws just as powerful as Noah’s. The only advantage Noah has is how light he is on his feet for his size.

Which must be why it seems like Noah is the one dancing around his opponent this time—just like the position he put countless scared Alphas in yesterday.

Oh, God, does that mean Tane is forcing Noah to be on the defensive?

As deftly as Noah dances, Tane’s attack is quicker. Lunging for Noah’s feet, Tane tears Noah to the dirt.

The massive wolves end up in a tangled mess of limbs, pinching my heart with panic. Waimarie dashes back to our side, burying her eyes in Annika’s chest. But I can’t look away; when they come to a rolling stop, I’m almost certain Noah is the one left wriggling on the ground beneath Tane. It's a submissive position to be trapped in.

But Noah refuses to submit. He smashes his paws against the gnashing Alpha's chest with no luck, sustaining bite after bite.

Stand up, Noah! Don’t let him hurt you!

Noah bursts to his feet, sprinting in a wide arc before skidding to a halt—his classic mud spray.

I release a strangled exhale.

Don’t worry, Luna. I had to wear him out a bit, but I accidentally let him take it a little too far.

With Noah’s mindlink, I gasp at a sudden flood of rage in our bond.

As if they can sense it too, wolves howl across the field, a firestorm of energy covering my arms in goosebumps. I can’t bear to look at Waimarie. Stepping forward, I keep her and Annika out of my peripherals; judging by the intensity of emotions in the air, one of our mates is about to take the other down.

I meant it, Luna. No one will fuck with us again.

And I can smell how much he means it, my throat burning from the pheromones he stimulates in the crowd.

From across the field, my own mate makes me quiver in submission. Nearby Lunas flock behind me on instinct; their mates are too wrapped up in the action as Noah bristles down to his tail.

Tane faces Noah from only twenty feet apart—their wolves at a standstill. But when Noah takes one step forward, just Noah’s low, rumbling growl pushes Tane back one step.

Noah’s snout crinkles over his furious snarl, blurring his features until I can’t recognize my own mate. What happened to playing around with his friend?

When Noah crouches lower, prowling towards his opponent, Tane mirrors him—ready to fight.

Except I can see Tane from a different angle from Noah.

His tail is tucking!I mindlink.

An urge to dominate blasts through our bond. Noah lunges for the black Alpha.

And Tane bites back.

Their bodies blur into one, rapid bites snapping so loudly that I know they’re breaking skin. Waimarie screams, dousing my bones in ice.

But within seconds, Noah’s jaws clamp around Tane’s snout, and Tane rolls over—declaring Noah the winner.

Gawking, I don’t know how to move. Noah didn’t just defeat Tane, he destroyed him too.

But as I meet Waimarie’s puffy, red eyes, pure relief shines through her smile. “We made it!” Instead of snuggling me in her embrace, Waimarie squeezes my shoulder. “Go to him, Luna!”

I want to, but wolves shout and yip as they rush the field. Noah towers over everyone, his bristling, black form still seething as wolves lick and nuzzle him.

He’s not even King, but they’re treating him like he's their top Alpha. What the hell is going on?

I whip my head around, searching the field until I find Viktor.

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