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47. Mai

Ilooked up, searching for Ryan. My eyes found him just as Brock landed a roundhouse kick to Ryan's head.

Should have ducked, baby.

Ryan stumbled back; Brock saw his advantage and dashed in with a forward kick. Ryan had been waiting for it, had baited Brock. He caught Brock's leg, twisted to the side, and drove his fist into Brock's thigh. It took a tremendous amount of force, even for a werewolf, to break the femur bone, but everyone heard the bone snap. Brock's face turned pale and gaunt. Good. I looked Ryan up and down, trying to gauge how badly he was hurt. His shirt was torn and bloody, and he was favoring his left leg. Blood spattered his face, but his eyes were aflame with a feral mix of determination and something wild.

Brock sailed forward far more quickly than anyone with a broken thigh bone should be able to, jabbing at Ryan's chest. Ryan swerved to the left and slammed his fist into the back of Brock's head.

"Stop!" I shouted. "Hayley's dead. You're finished, Brock."

Brock spun around, seeking out Hayley. His eyes rested on her body for a moment. I didn't see any grief there, only annoyance. He'd used Hayley to get what he wanted, and she had let him down. My wolf snapped at him from inside me, appalled by his cavalier use of another werewolf.

Brock glanced up at me and panted. "It doesn't matter. I'll run the Pack alone. Oliver did it after his mate died. I claim the right to govern solo."

Fuck!

I had hoped that with Hayley dead, the fight would be called off. One werewolf couldn't be announced as the Alpha of a Pack; it always had to be an Alpha pair. But Brock was right; some Packs only had one Alpha. Usually, that Alpha would continue in their role after their mate had died. That was how Oliver had stayed in power after his mate passed away. Brock and Hayley had already announced themselves as the Alpha pair of the Three Rivers Pack. So, technically, if Brock won this fight, he could rule solo.

Brock surged forward, soaring off the platform, and slammed into me. We hit the ground with a jarring thud and rolled. Before we'd stopped, Brock grabbed my wrist and twisted. I heard the pop a split second before a sharp rush of pain flooded me.

Ryan Shifted in an instant. One second, there was a man sprinting toward me, the next, a massive wolf was flying through the air. I'd never seen anyone Shift so quickly. Ryan hit Brock like a missile, and they both tumbled past me.

I cradled my broken wrist. It hurt like hell, the pain a knife stabbing my brain. I had to get up. I had to help Ryan. I got to my feet and stumbled toward them. Ryan had his jaws around Brock's shoulder. He must have gone for Brock's neck, but Brock had managed to twist away. Ryan was working Brock's shoulder, yanking the muscle. Brock yelled out when Ryan's teeth hit bone, then drove his elbow into the side of Ryan's head. Once, twice, three times.

Brock broke loose, and I rushed toward them, stomping on Brock's shoulder where Ryan had bitten him. He turned and jabbed his fist into my solar plexus. Air disappeared. I couldn't breathe. Ryan was suddenly there between us. Brock smashed into Ryan, their momentum carrying them straight into me. We all flew across the ground, tumbling over and over, my broken wrist a blaze of white-hot pain. Everything ached, and my limbs felt heavy as I pushed myself up. The crowd hushed; they knew it was almost over. Brock grinned at me, swiping away blood from his still-bleeding nose.

"Last chance, Mai. Save your boy and walk away. Or I'll kill you both."

I ignored him and stalked to the left. Ryan went right. Brock swung from Ryan to me, not sure who to face or where the attack would come from first. A flash of uncertainty crossed Brock's face. He knew he couldn't take us. I rocked on the balls of my feet, ready to end this, when a flash of fur streaked past me, and a wolf barreled into Ryan, taking him down. A familiar scent reached my nose.

Korrin.

Fucking hell.

Could he have worse timing? Korrin and Ryan were a rolling ball of chaos, snarling, darting in to attack each other, then dashing out of range. Ryan could take care of Korrin. I glanced back at Brock. He was gone. He'd used the distraction to melt into the crowd.

Shit!

Before I could go after him, Michael and Camille were there.

"Interfering in an Alpha challenge is against the law. Mai and Ryan are hereby declared winners and the new Alphas of the Three River Pack," Michael said, his voice raised so everyone could hear.

Then he moved. Michael leaped on Korrin's back, taking him by surprise, and clamped an arm around Korrin's neck.

"You bite my mate, and I'll bring the full force of our Pack down on you and yours, Korrin. I don't care if you've gone rogue or not, your whole Pack will burn," Camille said calmly.

Korrin froze, and that was all it took. It was over.

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