Lilith pov
I stared at Silas with wide, trembling eyes. We were so close that our breaths mingled, so close that my body reacted to the proximity before my mind could catch up. One single thought flashed through me at that moment-closing that last inch
between us.
Despite the fear coiling tight in my chest, his touch alone felt so good that my heart raced, that my body wanted more.
My heart pounded harder with every second, each beat louder than the last as his words echoed through my mind.
Fight, Lilith. Be a good girl and fight.
Again and again.
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The word continued to ring as the scene before me shifted and Silas was gone.
And instead, I saw him.
My father stood before me, tall and calm, smiling down at me after defeating me in less than a minute. I remembered how I had complained then, how I hadn’t wanted to fight at all.
What was the point? I had thought.
We both knew the outcome. I would lose anyway.
But he had smiled and said.
“Fight, Lilith. Lose not because your opponent is stronger than you, but because you gave everything you had and can go no further. Lose only when you know you truly cannot win. If you do that, my dear, then you are the true winner of the match.”
Those words had stayed with me.
No matter how strong your opponent was, fight to win.
The world around me froze. No one spoke. Not Claude. Not Samuel. All of them simply watched as Silas studied me with that cold smirk.
But then… something inside me had shifted.
Something I hadn’t realized was still there.
It was the old Lilith, the one who never backed down from a challenge, no matter the odds.
And that was all it took.
My trembling stopped.
My eyes narrowed.
My body loosened.
Instincts from years ago surged through me, the instincts my father had drilled into me.
Silas noticed it instantly.
I watched his lips curve wider, the change in me reflected in his eyes, and the next second, before anyone, before even I could react, his grip on my chin remained firm and he spoke.
Under his breath, so low I nearly missed it, he murmured,
“Good girl.”
That was all.
Before I could even blink, he lifted his leg and drove it straight toward my side. The force behind it was so strong, the air around it seemed to burn. He had no intention of stopping. No intention of going easy.
I didn’t try to dodge immediately.
If it landed, I would be sent crashing into the wall and it would be fatal.
Almost immediately, as if Claude sensed it, his voice rang out from behind me, no longer amused, edged with warning.
“Silas.”
But Silas didn’t stop.
As his leg came down toward my side, my gaze flickered to it, my eyes narrowing and at the same time, Dravena’s voice echoed in the back of my mind, practically glowing with excitement as she drawled,
“You won’t be able to dodge that, human. You’re weak. Maybe I should really take control-”
Before she could finish, my eyes fluttered shut.
I drew in a deep, sharp breath, letting the air fill my lungs, just as my father’s voice rang through my head.
“Your strength lies in flexibility, Lilith, not brute force. That doesn’t make it useless. Any skill can win a battle, if you use it wisely.”
As the words faded, Silas’s leg was already an inch from my waist.
But before it could land, before I could be sent flying, I twisted.
My body sprang backward, slicing through the air as I dodged at the very last moment, narrowly avoiding the strike. I landed cleanly on my feet a few meters away from him before standing tall, eyes fixed on him, my hair whipping through the air.
And for the first time… I didn’t feel like the weak, useless Lilith.
That wasn’t how Father had trained me.
That wasn’t how Father would ever want me to be.
“I don’t know if you will be beta or not. But I am sure of this, you can make anything happen. You’re a special girl, after all.”
All my life, I had been timid. I had believed I couldn’t do anything, just like everyone said. But now…
Now, I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be beta.
“Wow, she managed to dodge that?”
Claude’s voice broke the silence, impressed. Lucien let out a low grunt of approval.
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Silas, however, said nothing. His eyes narrowed, the faint smirk still lingering on his face but this time, there was something
else there. Interest.
As they all watched me, I straightened.
Without hesitating.
Without flinching.
I lowered my head and bowed.
My voice was steady as it echoed through the air.
“Alpha Silas, if I manage to land a hit on you… would I truly become beta?”
My heart thundered in my chest as I asked the question. But this time, I wouldn’t back down.
This time, I had to make father proud.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he drawled, his voice emotionless, yet certain.
“You will become our beta if you are able to land a hit on me. And you don’t have to hold back.”
I lifted my head to look at him. He tucked his hands into his pockets, movements casual, unbothered, as his gaze remained fixed on me.
“I want you to fight.”
That was all I needed to hear.
Land a hit on him and I would be beta.
It sounded impossible without Dravena’s help. I wasn’t even sure who was stronger, Silas or Dravena but according to her, she was stronger than all three of them combined. That meant if she took control, this would be over instantly.
“Do you want me to take control?”
Dravena’s voice purred at the back of my mind. My vision shifted, and I saw her, legs crossed on her throne, lips curved into a smirk, golden eyes glowing with confidence.
“Of course, I don’t want to be beta,” she drawled lazily. “But if you want it…”
She tilted her head.
“I will finish this in under a minute.”
Her voice slid through my mind, tempting, certain I would agree,
But I didn’t.
“No.”
I kept my gaze locked on Silas as I slipped the rubber band from my wrist. I gathered my hair and tied it into a ponytail, my breath coming out short, uneven.
This is my fight, Dravena,” I said firmly. “I will win and become beta.”
For a brief moment, she froze. Surprise flickered through Dravena’s eyes.
Then, just as quickly, her lips curved into a proud, amused smirk.
But before she could say anything, I curled my hand into a fist and dropped into a fighting stance.
My eyes stayed on Silas. He watched me without a word, unguarded, as if waiting for me to charge straight at him.
So I did.
I moved-fast enough to close the distance in a split second, appearing right in front of him. He didn’t flinch. His eyes tracked my movements calmly as I lifted my hand, forcing myself to forget that he was a terrifying Alpha and remember only one thing:
He was my opponent.
And I had to win.
And as I moved, my speed would have caught a normal werewolf off guard.
But Silas was anything but normal.
In that split second, my movements had appeared slow to him. His gaze flickered to my fist, then back to my face, just before his emotionless expression shifted again.
His smile widened.
So wide that his teeth showed.
A short chuckle slipped from him as he leaned back, effortlessly dodging the punch, just as I had expected.
“You need to think, child!” Father’s voice rang in my mind. “You need to pay attention. When you fight, you don’t fight with your body alone, use your brain. Attack where your opponent doesn’t realize.”
And I didn’t hesitate.
He was wide open and with my fist still in the air, I lifted my leg and drove it straight toward his side, aiming the kick as my dress fluttered through the air.
The tension in the room sharpened instantly.
My leg was only an inch away.
An inch away from landing a hit on him.
Silas’s gaze snapped to it, realization flashing through his eyes as he understood what the earlier punch truly was.
A distraction.
Behind him, Claude gasped in sudden awe, his attention clearly not on the fight but on the glimpse of my panties exposed as my leg lifted. His voice dropped into a low hum as he muttered, “Hot,”under his breath, just as my leg landed.
Thud!
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A violent gust of wind surged through the air, the sharp impact echoing around us. Our eyes never left each other as the ticking of the clock grew louder, sharper, faster, alongside the pounding of my heart.
However…
Silas lifted a brow, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
I exhaled slowly, my gaze flickering down to my leg.
It hadn’t landed.
He had caught it-caught my leg in that split second before it could strike him.
“That is impressive,” he hummed, drawing my attention back to his face. “I almost wasn’t able to catch that.”
His words were a compliment.
Praise for how close I had come to landing a hit on him.
But in his eyes, I saw it.
He knew.
He knew I wouldn’t be able to do it.
Not like this.
And he wasn’t going to make it easy for me.
Maybe he had already decided to make me beta after all but this fight wasn’t about that anymore. His real goal was clear
now.
He wanted to draw Dravena out.
Because only then would I truly be able to land a hit.
But…
He had underestimated me.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, every nerve in my body screaming as I felt his grip tighten around my leg. I watched him move, watched the way his muscles shifted, the way his body angled.
I knew what he was about to do.
He was going to pull me in.
Use my leg to drag me closer.
Take my balance.
Pin me to the ground beneath him.
I could read his next move as clearly as if he had spoken it aloud.
The adrenaline kept rising, flooding my mind, drowning out every rational thought until there was only one thing left in my mind.
Win. Win. Win.
“Do you know why you were able to defeat me despite not having a wolf yet, my child?”
The world shifted.
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I saw my father, on the ground, defeated, a wild, proud smile on his face as he looked up at me.
“Because you have the mind of a warrior. When you are underestimated, you hate it. You want to prove yourself. And you will do anything…”
Just as Silas’s hand wrapped around my waist, seconds from slamming me to the ground, time seemed to slow.
I tightened my leg around him.
Twisted.
And in that single breath, I shifted our positions before he could react and in the next moment, he hit the floor beneath me instead.
Hard.
I landed straight on him, legs on either side, pinning him down as my palms pressed into his chest. My heart was pounding so violently I thought it might burst as shock rippled through the room.
This time, even Claude couldn’t speak.
The air changed-sharper, heavier.
Silas stared up at me, stunned, caught completely off guard but then, his instincts kicked in almost immediately and I saw him start to move…
“You will do anything to win… even if it means playing dirty, Lilith.”
My father’s final words echoed as I leaned forward before Silas could do anything and without thinking…
I crashed my lips against his.
I kissed him.
Disbelief. Shock. Utter silence.
No one spoke. No one moved. Even Dravena, who had been watching in silence, blinked in stunned confusion.
And Silas-
He froze.
Completely.
For the first time, plain shock was written across his face. His eyes were wide, his body rigid beneath me, his hand hovering mid-air where it had been about to grab me had stopped.
However, before he could
recover, I pulled back, my face burning red, but I didn’t care.
I lifted my hand, curled it into a fist, and brought it down against his chest-not hard, not brutal.
A soft thud.
The sound that echoed far louder than it should have.
Silas blinked, dazed, his gaze dropping to my fist before slowly lifting back to my face, just as I spoke, panting hard, my voice barely above a whisper.
But he heard me.
They all did.
“I.. win. Alpha Silas.”
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