Fight, Flight, or Freeze: The Healer's Story
Chapter 130: The Plan

Chapter 130: The Plan

Pathetic.

Alpha sat on his throne in the stands and watched as the human fighter twisted around, trying to get away from the Reavers below him.

It was a delicate balance to have him hanging by his arms high enough to be seen by the audience and low enough that the members of his horde could still get their hands on him.

But the entire thing was nothing, if not pathetic. The human started screaming the second a Reaver broke a bone, and there were still 205 left to go before Alpha would grant him death. Maybe he should get the healer in the arena with the other human so she could heal him over and over again while they did their best to break him.

Hell, the punishment for running away would last for days if that was the case, then his point would be made. No one double-crossed him or tried to get away. That simply wasn’t how things were done.

He turned his attention to the lone female left from the camp, but his attention centered on Rip. The Reaver was looking at him like he knew what was going on in his head. His face shut down, nothing more than an ice block, even with the woman sitting on his lap.

Fine, he wouldn’t involve the healer. It wasn’t worth the headache that Rip would become. Why the male had yet to challenge him for the Alpha position, he didn’t know, but it was like an axe dangling over his neck.

The human’s screams intensified as yet another Reaver slashed at his Achilles tendons, letting him slowly bleed out. It’s too bad; it might have been fun to let him try to escape again, only to have him dragged back time and again.

Alpha chuckled as a blade scraped down the side of the human’s arm, peeling a section of skin away like the peel of an apple. The Reaver with the blade threw the scrap to one of the others waiting around, and the second male quickly stuffed it in his mouth.

Pathetic.

His horde lost their mind as soon as they scented blood in the air. It didn’t matter if it was human or zombie; flesh was flesh, and everything was edible.

But what everyone here needed to learn and fast was that he was the top of the food chain; he controlled their lives or death. It didn’t matter who it was... a human, a VIP, a zombie, or a Reaver, they needed to bow their heads to him if they wanted to survive. They were nothing more than a Kleenex to be thrown out after use. And just as disgusting.

It took hours for the screams to stop, and Alpha waved his hand, letting the body drop to the sandy floor. He continued to watch from his seat in the stands as the members of his horde were on their hands and knees, gorging on the body of the fighter. Some of them were even degrading themselves to consume the blood on the sand, not caring at all that they were drinking down the sand, too.

Pathetic.

His lips twisted in a curl at the sight, but he didn’t make a move to stop them. He wanted to show everyone who questioned him the power that he had, and what better way than to instill the fear of God into them? To teach them to fear him like the God he was.

No one was irreplaceable in this world, not even the best fighter. Only he stood above everyone else; only he could command the legions of demons at his disposal. His lips twisted in a smirk as he thought about destroying the world and rebuilding it in his image.

Things needed to change... things have changed... and now it was his time to shine.

Turning his attention away from the feast in front, he looked back at the stands and the dismal number of fighters he had left. He would have to talk to the Recruiter the next time he was here and get more humans brought to the camp.

If he were going to expand his empire, he would need the money that the fights brought in. But that meant that he needed more fighters to fight.

And the more money he brought in, the more he could lend out to the stupid humans who only knew one way to survive. He would become their Lord and Savior, and the cycle would ensure that he remained at the top of the food chain for a very, very long time.

But it wasn’t just the fighters that brought in the money... the girls did, too. They also took up less space and ate less, so he should probably invest in some more females.

Fuck. That was a lot of money and supplies to give over to the Recruiter.

Alpha debated the practicality of killing the Recruiter after he had brought the women and fighters, but he always needed more.

Unless he killed this one and got another recruiter, that was possible, but even that would be annoying, breaking in another Recruiter.

No, the easiest way to get what he wanted was to remain under the radar until he decided to make his move. He needed to be stronger if he was going to take out Rip and the rest of the threats to his reign. Strength and power came through money.

No, his plan was solid. Everything would work out just fine.

Raising to his feet, he felt everyone’s attention turn to him. "The fights will start back up tomorrow night," he called out with a wave of his hand. "Enjoy yourselves, and I’ll see you tomorrow."

Not caring about the others, Alpha left the arena and walked toward his cabin. Maybe the Recruiter was right, maybe he should change up his look.

After all, a king didn’t wear rags while sitting on the throne.

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"You good to go?" asked Rip as he stood up, Wang Tian Mu still resting in his arms. It pissed him off to no end that she could no longer move on her own. She was a bird with her wings clipped, and it killed a part inside of him that he had never known he had.

But he could be her wings, not a problem at all.

Where she wanted to go, he would take her and protect her at the same time.

She had saved his life and healed him; he could do no less for her.