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I winced, watching in slow motion as Colton Penobscot took Tucker Jones down to the mat with a single uppercut.

Colton roared his victory. It was well earned despite us practicing a few moves before the match started. Had I known how pathetic the fight was going to be, I wouldn’t have told him to go for the knockout though.

Tucker didn’t deserve that.

None of them did.

The Alphas fighting had brute strength and speed to rival the toughest of shifters. I had no doubt that in a real fight, they’d hold their ground if not dominate each other. But these fights weren’t real.

It wasn’t as if they were staged, but there were more than a few who were pulling their punches. It was a balancing act to control your inner beast and not go straight to the kill. If the other Alphas had been allowed to pick their matches, the fights might’ve been a little more brutal. Because of the luck of the draw, the cameras weren’t getting much action to record.

The afternoon passed slowly and more Lunas were le