Chapter 0411

I trail behind Lillian as she heads to her match. The pack seems split between Leopold and Lillian, though unsurprisingly, most are gathered around Leopold. They're eager to see him defeat his brother's Beta.

Genevieve moves to stand beside me. "Nathaniel took his opponent down in two moves."

"Impressive!"

She nods toward Lillian. "Is she ready?"

"She will be. She just needs to trust her instincts."

The Beta facing her smirks, towering over her petite frame.

"You've got this, Lillian!" I shout.

"Size means nothing when you fight smart," Genevieve adds, clapping loudly.

Lillian holds her own, trading blows despite the size disadvantage. Victor and Leopold join us.

"How's she doing, Luna?"

"Strong," I say, raising my voice. "Now she just needs to stop holding back and show him what Sanctuary Pack is made of."

"Finish him, love. Just like we trained," Leopold calls.

His words ignite something in her. Her stance shifts—defensive to aggressive. She uses her agility to weave around the Beta, disrupting his balance.

"That's it! Just like last week!" Leopold cheers.

Lillian sprints forward, launching a roundhouse kick straight to his jaw. The Beta stumbles. She drops, pivots, and lands a clean strike to his inner thigh—just within the rules. Before he recovers, she sweeps his legs out from under him. Her fist slams into his stomach.

He gags, turning just in time to vomit onto the dirt. The referee calls the match.

Lillian wins.

"That's my mate!" Leopold roars, scooping her up in a victorious spin.

By noon, we’re down to the top fifty. By 2 PM, only twenty-five remain—including all five of our Betas. Genevieve and Donovan are still in the running.

Donovan secures third place, losing to Leopold. Nathaniel wins his match, advancing to face Leopold in the finals.

Their battle is the longest yet. Both are relentless, proving why they hold their ranks. In the end, Leopold defeats Nathaniel. All three packs erupt in applause.

The final rankings flash on the leaderboard:

1st Place: Nightshade Pack – 380 points

2nd Place: Sanctuary Pack – 375 points

3rd Place: Blackthorn Pack – 365 points

Tomorrow’s Alpha battles will decide everything. But I’m already proud. For our first tournament, top three is guaranteed.

Dinner is tense. Many Alphas are visibly irritated at the prospect of losing to a female. After witnessing Seraphina’s strength, they know they’re outmatched.

We rise early the next day. I eat lightly, wanting to be sharp for my first fight. Seraphina is up against an Alpha notorious for abusing his pack. She’s practically gleeful at the chance to humiliate him.

Victor kisses me before we separate for our matches. This time, the pack divides evenly—some following him, others staying with me.

My first opponent is the same Alpha who challenged us days ago, the one Seraphina forced to his knees. His arrogance hasn’t faded. He sneers, refusing to shake hands.

Fine. He’ll learn the hard way.

The whistle blows. He charges. I don’t bother with theatrics. Dodging his swing, I drop low and drive my palm into his chest with full force. He flies backward, crashing through the boundary ropes and into a tree.

A medic jogs over. "Out cold," he reports.

The referee shakes his head but awards me the win—plus bonus points for a one-hit knockout.