Fated reborn - Chapter 280: Chapter 280
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Luciano's Pov.
I sat alone on the balcony of my villa, the cold night air doing little to cool the frustration burning inside me. It had been weeks since I stepped foot in the pack house. Weeks since I faced them—since I saw the people who looked up to me as their Alpha. Only Victor and Matteo knew where I was, and they weren’t talking.
I took a slow sip from my glass, eyes locked on the distant city lights. This was supposed to be my time to train, to grow stronger. My father had paid Elias to train me for *this* moment. To make sure that when the time came, I was ready. But I hadn’t stepped into the ring in days.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their voices.
Elias. Matteo.
"You ain't as strong as you think you are."
I clenched my jaw.
I used to believe I was the strongest. The Alpha. The leader. The one no one could stand against. But since I came here, every belief I had about strength had been torn apart, beaten down into the dirt.
Jax had done most of that beating.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the sting in my knuckles from our last fight. That bastard had knocked me down more times than I could count, smirking every time.
"You ain’t even using your wolf, and I’m still folding you."
The words echoed in my head. Mocking. Challenging.
I was strong. I *knew* I was strong. The problem wasn’t me—it was the fact that I wasn’t using everything I had.
Elias wanted me to train like a human first. To learn how to fight without my wolf. But I wasn’t just human.
And I was done getting my ass kicked.
Tomorrow, I was going to fight Jax again.
And this time, we were going to use our wolves.
The next evening, the air was thick with anticipation when I stepped onto the training grounds. Word had spread fast. Wolves always knew when something big was about to go down.
Jax was already waiting. Smirking.
"You sure about this, Alpha?"
I rolled my shoulders. "You scared?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "Nah. Just hope you ain't looking for excuses when I put you on your ass again."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, but I didn’t pay them any mind. I was focused. Ready. I stripped off my shirt, letting the cold air hit my skin.
This was it.
Matteo stepped forward, eyes scanning both of us. When his gaze landed on me, he held it a second longer than usual. Like he knew.
But he didn’t say anything.
"Rules are simple," he said. "First shift is allowed. No going full until the fight demands it. And if either of you can't continue, the fight ends. Understood?"
I nodded. So did Jax.
Matteo stepped back.
The fight began.
Jax moved first—fast—but this time, I was ready. I met him head-on, muscle against muscle, impact reverberating through my bones.
This was different.
This time, I wasn’t just reacting. I was fighting.
And I was winning.
Jax growled, shoving me back. "Oh, so you finally figured out how to hit?"
I smirked. "You talk too much."
He lunged again, and I let him. I took the hit, let the pain wake me up.
And then I let my wolf out.
Heat burned through my spine, muscles stretching, shifting. My nails sharpened, my vision sharpened. When I moved, I felt it—raw power surging through me.
Jax took a step back, blinking. "Oh, now we're talking."
Then he shifted, too.
The world blurred. One second, we were fighting like men. The next, we were monsters.
Fangs flashing. Claws tearing.
The air filled with the sound of flesh ripping, bones cracking. But I wasn’t going down this time.
I fought.
Jax hit me hard, sending me rolling. I came back, bloodied but still standing. I hit him harder.
Minutes blurred into hours.
We weren’t just fighting anymore. We were pushing past limits. Past anything we had ever known.
And then—
Something inside me snapped.
My wolf fully took over.
A deep, guttural growl ripped from my chest. My body stretched further. I wasn’t just shifting—I was *becoming*.
Jax hesitated.
I lunged. Slammed into him with everything I had. He hit the ground hard, claws raking at me, but I didn’t stop.
He fought back. His body twisted into something more than just a wolf.
We weren’t wolves anymore.
We were Lycans.
The fight turned savage. Faster. Bloodier.
Then I bit down.
Jax let out a sound that wasn’t a growl or a roar. It was pain.
I felt ribs crack under my teeth, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
And just like that—Jax shifted back.
He lay on the ground, chest heaving, body trembling.
And I saw it.
The blood.
The damage.
Five ribs.
Gone.
The others rushed in, voices urgent, hands grabbing Jax, trying to stop the bleeding. But no one was looking at him.
They were looking at me.
I took a step back, my breathing ragged.
What the hell had I done?
My stomach twisted. The shame hit me like a freight train.
I shifted back, body aching, blood dripping from my wounds.
I felt raw. Exposed.
Then I heard footsteps.
Slow. Controlled.
I barely had time to turn before Elias stepped through the crowd.
His face unreadable.
But his eyes—
His eyes burned with anger.
I swallowed hard.
"I'm so much dead," I muttered.
And for the first time in weeks—
I was afraid.
I wiped the blood from my mouth, my chest still heaving as I tried to shake off the adrenaline. My whole body ached, my knuckles split, my ribs screaming—but none of that mattered. All I could focus on was Elias, standing there like a damn storm ready to strike.
The whole pack had gone quiet. Even the ones helping Jax weren’t saying a word. All eyes were on me. And Elias.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stand straighter, but I could still feel the way my legs shook. My wolf was still there, just beneath the surface, wild and restless, not ready to back down.
Elias took a step forward. Slow. Controlled.
“You won.” His voice was calm, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew better.
I nodded once. “Yeah.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Then Elias exhaled through his nose, running a hand down his face.
"You're a damn idiot, you know that?"
I frowned. "What—"
"You used your wolf." His eyes locked onto mine, sharp as a blade. "I told you to train without it. To get stronger *without* relying on it. But you? You got desperate. And now look." He gestured toward Jax, still unconscious, his breathing shallow. "That ain't a fight. That ain't winning. That's just overpowering someone who never stood a chance."
Anger flared in my chest. "He stood a chance. He—"
"Luciano," Elias cut me off, voice like steel. "Your wolf is the strongest in this pack. You know that. And you still used it."
I gritted my teeth, hands curling into fists. He wasn’t wrong. But he didn’t understand. He didn’t *get* what it felt like to lose, to be beaten over and over.
I met his gaze, my voice low. “I had to.”
Elias studied me for a moment, then shook his head, looking almost disappointed. "No. You *wanted* to. And that? That’s the problem."
I sat alone on the balcony of my villa, the cold night air doing little to cool the frustration burning inside me. It had been weeks since I stepped foot in the pack house. Weeks since I faced them—since I saw the people who looked up to me as their Alpha. Only Victor and Matteo knew where I was, and they weren’t talking.
I took a slow sip from my glass, eyes locked on the distant city lights. This was supposed to be my time to train, to grow stronger. My father had paid Elias to train me for *this* moment. To make sure that when the time came, I was ready. But I hadn’t stepped into the ring in days.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their voices.
Elias. Matteo.
"You ain't as strong as you think you are."
I clenched my jaw.
I used to believe I was the strongest. The Alpha. The leader. The one no one could stand against. But since I came here, every belief I had about strength had been torn apart, beaten down into the dirt.
Jax had done most of that beating.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the sting in my knuckles from our last fight. That bastard had knocked me down more times than I could count, smirking every time.
"You ain’t even using your wolf, and I’m still folding you."
The words echoed in my head. Mocking. Challenging.
I was strong. I *knew* I was strong. The problem wasn’t me—it was the fact that I wasn’t using everything I had.
Elias wanted me to train like a human first. To learn how to fight without my wolf. But I wasn’t just human.
And I was done getting my ass kicked.
Tomorrow, I was going to fight Jax again.
And this time, we were going to use our wolves.
The next evening, the air was thick with anticipation when I stepped onto the training grounds. Word had spread fast. Wolves always knew when something big was about to go down.
Jax was already waiting. Smirking.
"You sure about this, Alpha?"
I rolled my shoulders. "You scared?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "Nah. Just hope you ain't looking for excuses when I put you on your ass again."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, but I didn’t pay them any mind. I was focused. Ready. I stripped off my shirt, letting the cold air hit my skin.
This was it.
Matteo stepped forward, eyes scanning both of us. When his gaze landed on me, he held it a second longer than usual. Like he knew.
But he didn’t say anything.
"Rules are simple," he said. "First shift is allowed. No going full until the fight demands it. And if either of you can't continue, the fight ends. Understood?"
I nodded. So did Jax.
Matteo stepped back.
The fight began.
Jax moved first—fast—but this time, I was ready. I met him head-on, muscle against muscle, impact reverberating through my bones.
This was different.
This time, I wasn’t just reacting. I was fighting.
And I was winning.
Jax growled, shoving me back. "Oh, so you finally figured out how to hit?"
I smirked. "You talk too much."
He lunged again, and I let him. I took the hit, let the pain wake me up.
And then I let my wolf out.
Heat burned through my spine, muscles stretching, shifting. My nails sharpened, my vision sharpened. When I moved, I felt it—raw power surging through me.
Jax took a step back, blinking. "Oh, now we're talking."
Then he shifted, too.
The world blurred. One second, we were fighting like men. The next, we were monsters.
Fangs flashing. Claws tearing.
The air filled with the sound of flesh ripping, bones cracking. But I wasn’t going down this time.
I fought.
Jax hit me hard, sending me rolling. I came back, bloodied but still standing. I hit him harder.
Minutes blurred into hours.
We weren’t just fighting anymore. We were pushing past limits. Past anything we had ever known.
And then—
Something inside me snapped.
My wolf fully took over.
A deep, guttural growl ripped from my chest. My body stretched further. I wasn’t just shifting—I was *becoming*.
Jax hesitated.
I lunged. Slammed into him with everything I had. He hit the ground hard, claws raking at me, but I didn’t stop.
He fought back. His body twisted into something more than just a wolf.
We weren’t wolves anymore.
We were Lycans.
The fight turned savage. Faster. Bloodier.
Then I bit down.
Jax let out a sound that wasn’t a growl or a roar. It was pain.
I felt ribs crack under my teeth, the taste of blood filling my mouth.
And just like that—Jax shifted back.
He lay on the ground, chest heaving, body trembling.
And I saw it.
The blood.
The damage.
Five ribs.
Gone.
The others rushed in, voices urgent, hands grabbing Jax, trying to stop the bleeding. But no one was looking at him.
They were looking at me.
I took a step back, my breathing ragged.
What the hell had I done?
My stomach twisted. The shame hit me like a freight train.
I shifted back, body aching, blood dripping from my wounds.
I felt raw. Exposed.
Then I heard footsteps.
Slow. Controlled.
I barely had time to turn before Elias stepped through the crowd.
His face unreadable.
But his eyes—
His eyes burned with anger.
I swallowed hard.
"I'm so much dead," I muttered.
And for the first time in weeks—
I was afraid.
I wiped the blood from my mouth, my chest still heaving as I tried to shake off the adrenaline. My whole body ached, my knuckles split, my ribs screaming—but none of that mattered. All I could focus on was Elias, standing there like a damn storm ready to strike.
The whole pack had gone quiet. Even the ones helping Jax weren’t saying a word. All eyes were on me. And Elias.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stand straighter, but I could still feel the way my legs shook. My wolf was still there, just beneath the surface, wild and restless, not ready to back down.
Elias took a step forward. Slow. Controlled.
“You won.” His voice was calm, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew better.
I nodded once. “Yeah.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Then Elias exhaled through his nose, running a hand down his face.
"You're a damn idiot, you know that?"
I frowned. "What—"
"You used your wolf." His eyes locked onto mine, sharp as a blade. "I told you to train without it. To get stronger *without* relying on it. But you? You got desperate. And now look." He gestured toward Jax, still unconscious, his breathing shallow. "That ain't a fight. That ain't winning. That's just overpowering someone who never stood a chance."
Anger flared in my chest. "He stood a chance. He—"
"Luciano," Elias cut me off, voice like steel. "Your wolf is the strongest in this pack. You know that. And you still used it."
I gritted my teeth, hands curling into fists. He wasn’t wrong. But he didn’t understand. He didn’t *get* what it felt like to lose, to be beaten over and over.
I met his gaze, my voice low. “I had to.”
Elias studied me for a moment, then shook his head, looking almost disappointed. "No. You *wanted* to. And that? That’s the problem."
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