A/N: There will be mistakes. My writing sucks right now, but here's something.

D: Disclaimed

Chapter Five

I couldn't focus.

Finishing my duties was automatic. Everything I did, I didn't even remember. It was like I was there -but I wasn't.

All I could think about was how I became the object of Jacob's obsession. The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable. The way he touched me disgusted me. And Sir Edward was okay with it. He seen this as an advantage, and I seen it as a curse.

What was I going to do?

It seemed I had too much time to think rather than sleep. I was afraid.

Ever since Sir Edward deemed me as the pawn in their games, I felt as if my life was over. Not only would I be placed in a stadium in front of people with a bunch of wolves, but my place was being jeopardized. If Jacob's pack loses, so do I. The promise Sir Edward made to Sir Carlisle and Madame Esme, would be void, and I'd be transferred to another lot.

I had no say whatsoever.

Collin hadn't spoken a word to me, and it was now normal for Brady not to even give me the time of day. Though he still made it clear that he despised me. Which made me glad that I wouldn't have to deal with him tonight.

Still facing his so called punishment, he was still stuck in the dungeons with the other wolves. I couldn't understand why he would choose this. We as runts, were considered filth when it came to the roles we played. So why would the other wolves give us a time of their day? Were they that desperate?

"Runt!"

Both Collin and I turned to see one of the guards standing at the door. He pointed at me before signalling with one finger to follow him. I looked at Collin confused before he shrugged and watched me exit the room.

The guard said nothing but continued to walk down the massive hall. Our footsteps echoed as we made our way to the elevator. I was reluctant, but I didn't have a choice but to remain silent and find out what was going on. He pushed the basement floor button down to the cells; standing still next to me and staring straight ahead.

"The master requested we place you in the cell next to Jacob." My breath faltered. "You're being required to form a stronger bond with the alpha before we head out on Sunday."

"But why?" I asked.

"I was only given orders, not answers." The guard replied as he opened the first gate.

"I'll take it from here ," Garrett approached us.

"Garrett?" I whimpered, "what's going on? What did I do wrong?"

"It wasn't you pup." He explained, "the master figures that this could benefit the both of you."

"But how?" I continued to follow him.

"Jacob is fond of you, we can all see it." He stopped and turned to me, "that has never happened. The master believes that you gave the alpha some sort of purpose."

"I don't understand." I tried not to look nervous.

"You'll have to ask him."

I turned to the barred cells where Jacob stood behind. His stood tall with a stoic expression, his eyes bore into me as he remained still. I couldn't take my eyes off of him just as he did the same. Garrett led me to the cell next to Jacob, giving me a unreadable expression before closing the cell door in front of me. It felt as if i was in a prison, and I didn't know how to get out of it.

I didn't want to look to my left. But I did.

I expected inconsistency from the alpha next to me. But he stayed motionless. It was as if I seen an entirely different man. I didn't get it.

But he watched me.

With every attempt to ignore him, I could feel his stare practically burn me.

The cell was less accommodating compared to my room upstairs. Like his; there was a bed and toilet in the corner. It was disgusting. I was sure this was what prison was like.

Rather than giving his the attention that he obviously demanded, I pulled the sheets back and slid across the mattress, pulling the thin linens over me and facing the wall with my back towards to the massive man standing on the other side.

"Don't act like I'm not here." I bit my lip nervously, closing my eyes and pulling sheets closer to me for comfort.

"I'm talking to you!" He growled -I flinched.

"I heard you." I grumbled, hoping he would leave me alone.

"Well then look at me!" He demanded, banging the bars causing me to flinch again.

I turned slowly. My breaths were getting heavier. My heart was pounding.

I could never understand his intentions. He was mysterious, and it was beginning to bother me that it intrigued me in some way. There he was standing across from me behind the bars that separated us, and just a few hours ago, he acted as if I was something that belonged to him. Now it was off.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to hide a smile or if he was trying to stay focused. But he watched me as if he was just waiting for me to make some move.

"I''m looking at you." I plainly stated.

"I can see that." He then smirked. "Aren't you going to ask me?"

"You're the one with questions."

He smiled, "I do have questions, but I know you have one that has been bothering you."

"If you know what I'm going to ask, then why wait for me to ask it?" I said annoyed.

"Not the question you wanted to ask," he chuckled, "but it will only make sense if you do."

"I don't even know what question you want me to ask."

"Cut the crap," he replied annoyed, "ask me why.'"

"Fine." I grumbled. "Why me?"

He smirked, "because."

"Because why?"

"Because I said so."

"Good night!" I turned again, annoyed of him already.

"Your smell."

"I smell?" I turned to him offended.

"It's a good thing." He finally began to move, pacing back and forth. "At least I think it is."

He saw that I was puzzled.

"I don't get it either. I mean, you're a runt." It was that word again. "I could smell you the day you cam here, and I couldn't put my finger on you until I saw you on the balcony. Nothing has ever affected me in that way."

"I don't understand."

"I don't get it either." He stopped again, "there is a small part of me that wants to ignore you and tell you get the hell away from me, but a bigger part of me wants me to tear these bars down and take you here and make you mine." I became frightened as I realized his eyes grew darker, "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you. I've never wanted to mark someone so much that I was willing to kill anyone to make sure that happens."

"Y-y-you c-can't." I stuttered.

"I won't." He growled. "But I want to so bad."

I didn't know what to say. I was speechless because I felt that any sudden movement could provoke him to do something I didn't want him to.

"There have been so many runts and women they had sent my way," he admitted, "but none could ever satisfy. One fuck and that was it. I wanted nothing to do with them. They were disgusting to me and I could never understand why."

I shook my head, a bit disgusted.

"Then I saw you. I picked up on your scent. I dreamt about you under me -screaming my name." His expression was haunting. "I thought about how your body would fit so perfectly next to me, how sweet your skin would taste, how tantalizing it would feel being inside you."

"Inside me?" I gasped, not wanting to know exactly what he meant.

Then he dropped his sweats and revealed the one side of him I never wanted to see. He grinned with obvious pride as he stroked his thick shaft. The thing was becoming erect and I was growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.

"You see this." He taunted, "not a lot of them can handle this, and when they try they find that it can do a lot of damage."

"And what makes you think I give a damn?" I growled.

"Giving you heads up," he chuckled then looked down at his member, "literally."

"Over my dead body." I shoved myself against the wall, making sure to move further away from him.

"Then what use would you be to me then," He grabbed onto one of the bars, "if I can get the guards to convince the master to get you this close, imagine what he'll grant me once I win the tournaments tomorrow."

"The master never would."

"Oh but he will." He gave a smug expression, "if the covens want to be entertained during the Collar Tournaments, then the master will do anything to make me happy." His eyes returned to their color. "That happens to be you."

"What if you lose?"

"What kind of question is that?" He laughed. "I've never lost and neither has my pack, and if they know what's good for them, they'll be sure to give it their all in the fights tomorrow."

"What if I make you lose?"

His face went blank. He turned back to me with an angered expression.

"Then I'll take you in front of the crowd." He said darkly, "if anyone gets in the way of what I want, they always pay."

"You're a monster." I glared.

"And you're the monster's bitch."

He wanted a reaction from me. I wasn't going to give it to him even though I wanted to say something, but I figured it would provoke him, so I returned to ignoring him.

I was sure that he was going to watch me for the entire night, but not too long after that he went to sleep with his whole body exposed. I couldn't sleep either. Hearing him say my name a few times in his sleep while he groped himself was unsettling. This alpha wanted me and it wasn't clear to why.

He said it himself. I'm just a runt. What could I offer? Why was he willing to hurt others to make me his? None of it made sense.

The next morning came in with a wake-up call from Felix himself. I expected to go back to my routines in helping with serving and such, but I was being excused until we had to leave for the Olympic Coliseum. Which meant that I'd be stuck next to Jacob's cell until then.

"Where's your pack?"

I puzzled, unsure of what he meant. "Pack?"

"Yes, your pack!" He said annoyed. "How the hell did you get here? Where did the master buy you?"

"I never knew where I was bought, the place was kept private until the master came for me." That part was a lie. "I never knew my pack." That was the truth. "I was taken from them so I don't remember." That was a lie.

"So you don't even know your roots?" He said with judgement. "So you're a lone wolf."

I shrugged, "I guess."

"What a pity."

"I don't need your pity." I retorted.

"And I'm not giving you it," he replied, "but to not know exactly where you come from kind of unsettles me."

"Good, then maybe you'll finally leave me alone."

"Don't count on it pup," he chuckled. "I still find you intriguing. I'm going to find out who you are."

"Why?"

"Because whether you like it or not," he said simply, "you're going to need me."

"I doubt it." I said smugly.

"You know for your rank, you sure have some balls to talk to me in such a manner," he continued, "I'm an alpha, I can simply order you to get on your knees."

"Then why don't you." I bit my lip. Regretting that I said it.

"Don't tempt me." He smirked again.

"Jacob!" Sam called out. "Pack meet."

"Don't go missing me," he mocked, "I won't be gone long."

"I won't make any promises." I replied annoyed.

Felix explained that Jacob usually always met with the others to strategize before they had to leave. It was a way for the pack to communicate their ranks and roles out in the stadium. I would be updated when we would get there, and I wasn't sure what to expect for the next couple of hours.

Thankfully I was requested to be in the front car with the master. I was glad that Sir Edward felt that it wouldn't be a great idea for me and the others to be in the same vehicle as the pack. So we'd ride with him in what looked to be a long car.

"It's a limousine." Sir Edward explained.

"What is that?" I asked, noticing that Jacob and the others were being led into a large box-like vehicle.

"That is an RV." He nudge me forward to get in the vehicle. "It's best to accommodate the wolves to some degree." He sat across from us, "but of course with restrictions."

"Would you like anything Sir?" Collin asked sitting next to what looked like a cabinet.

"Just the usual Collin," he responded crossing his legs in his fancy suit. "Jacob has done nothing but bring me wealth and respect along with the others, I can only repay them with some sort of rewards."

"Rewards?"

"Sex and money you idiot." Brady seethed.

"Temper, temper Brady." Sir Edward shook his head. "I won't tolerate it if Seth happens to bring me another victory."

"I don't mean to meddle sir," Collin hand him a glass of red liquid, "but how will Seth bring you victory when he wont even be fighting."

"Perhaps you shouldn't meddle Collin," Sir Edward siad, "but since you asked. Seth has some sort of hold on Jacob that I'm sure will benefit us all in the end. Jacob has made it perfectly clear that he fancies the runt. "

"Jacob is nothing but a dog." Brady scoffed.

"So are you." Sir Edward grinned, "a dog who happens to be a well-oiled machine. He's always had the ranking of a man with power. I respect him for that." He took a drink, "but make no mistake that I wont still discipline him. He still needs to be kept in line. All of you do."

"Sir?" I muttered. He looked at me, "will our rankings change after this?"

"That is a silly question, but I doubt it," he took another sip, "unfortunately that will never be for me to decide. You're rank has always looked down upon by your kind." He replied honestly, "packs had never found any use for the runts, which is why I'll be unsure of who the opponent will use as their pawn."

"They won't use a runt as well?" Collin asked before I could.

"It's highly unlikely," he placed his glass in the holder, "it may be a woman or a pup. Since I find no use to breed my fighters, none have come to my use."

"But you still bring in women for them." Brady said.

"Am I detecting jealousy, Brady?" Sir Edward smiled, "be as it may, simply a runt could never satisfy them as much as a woman could. You'r almost rendered to no purpose Brady. You'll soon find that out once Paul grows tired of you."

Brady was upset. We could all see that.

Yet, none of it made sense to me. If we were useless to the wolves, why put me in ring with them if they would never defend us. It was almost like putting me in cage of vampires. They would eventually kill me if I wasn't careful.

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself." Sir Edward pushed a button on one of the consoles, revealing the small television on the corner.

"I had him moaning like a bitch."

"It seems we turned to the right channel." Sir Edward smirked.

Paul was on the screen, gyrating his hips and motioning back and forth. The others laughed while Paul seemed to play out some sort of scenario.

"If he was a chick I'm sure that he'd be knocked up by now." Paul laughed.

"That's the last fucking thing we need around here is little Paul's running around here." Jared teased.

"Asshole." Brady seethed.

"He's an asshole that you seem to be in love with." Sir Edward added, Brady glared, "remove the ugly expression Brady."

"What about you and Seth?" Nathan asked.

"What about us?" Jacob shrugged.

"Did you guys fuck?" Paul asked.

"When the hell did that become your business.?"

"You couldn't." Jared pointed out.

"Fuck off!" Jacob shoved him from where he sat, "I'm working on it."

"I don't get it." Paul said, "you've got him where you want him, you can fuck him any time you want." I gasped, "what's the hold up?"

"Shut up Paul!" Jacob glared.

"I'm just saying." Paul put his hands up defensively. The others watched the conversation play out.

"This one's different." Jacob stared blankly.

"This one's different." Jared teased.

"Don't fucking test me Jared." Jacob said annoyed.

"Why is he different?" One of the others asked.

"I don't know." Jacob shrugged again, "he smells different. He looks different. He almost has no fear."

"Someone's turned on." Jared laughed.

"I swear I'll fucking pound you." Jacob growled.

"I'm flattered Jake, but save it for Seth." Jared moved away, still laughing.

"I'm sure you can find another topic to focus on," Sir Edward spoke into the console with his finger pressed onto one of the buttons. Each of them looking up confused, "perhaps the fate of the one you speak. Lose this fight and you'll lose everything, including Seth."

I shivered at the thought.

My fate was undecided. It was in Jacob and his pack's hands. If they lost, then I would be transported to the next master who would tolerate my presence.

Jacob looked up and grinned.

I shivered again.

I don't know how much longer the ride was, but it felt as if it had come sooner than I expected. We were already pulling into the lot and right into the massive doors that lifted and opened for us to drive through.

We parked in a large room that had been lit by the light fixtures hanging from the high ceilings. Noise could be hear from above us. The area was still a bit dark with beams that went up the ceiling. Railings were in rows where the RV was now parked; each wolf exiting the big vehicle.

"Felix." Sir Edward called out to the guard, "take Seth to the prep area while the pack prepares. Brady and Collin will come with me to the skybox above with the rest of the spectators. Be sure that Seth is protected and that the pack is reminded of their expectations."

"Yes sir," he nodded and grabbed onto my arm, leading me across the lot where Jacob and the others stood. "Remember the rules." Felix addressed them, "protect Seth at all costs, there is more at stake then just your reputations. Get him back in one piece or I'll make your lives a living hell."

They were focused, that much I could tell.

Before Felix could drag me away, I could hear Sam faintly shout at Jacob before I could feel my arm being pulled in the opposite direction. I had come to a surprise when I felt Jacob's massive arms wrap around me and his lips pushing against mine. His tongue shoved his way into my mouth. I couldn't move even if I tried.

I was pissed, but he was satisfied.

"Remember that you're mine." He glared at Felix, "I'll make sure that everyone in that stadium knows that."

Felix pulled me away again, earning another smirk from Jacob.

I followed him down the hallway and through the door marked 'Stadium Lift.' The room was nothing but dim lights above us surround the small room where a round gated area in the centre. Felix lifted the bar and ushered me in. He closed it and leaned forward.

"This will lift you up to the stadium." He looked at me with concern, "when you get up there, you'll be surrounded by a crowd and a layout similar to the one back at the estate."

"What do I do?"

"Nothing." He said, "stay in here. The pack will protect you from the opposing team. If the opponent seems to have an upper-hand, don't let them get to you at all costs."

"But you said stay here."

"If you don't want to end up being transported, do what you must to help the pack if need be." He surprised me with a hug, "I've grown used to you Seth, don't let them take you."

I didn't know how to respond. It was all ended the moment he walked out the door, leaving me in the poorly lit room.

The floor began to move and the ceiling began to open in the centre. I was being lifted up and the light began to shine through, making it difficult to see. I could hear the loud cheering echo through and a voice flare through the sound system.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" It was a man's voice. "WELCOME TO THE COLLAR TOURNAMENTS! I AM ONE OF YOUR HOSTS -THE HANDSOME ONE- DEAN WINCHESTER!"

"NOW, NOW BROTHER," another man's voice blared through the speakers, "YOU GIVE YOURSELF WAY TOO MUCH CREDIT." He teased. "I -THE SEXY ONE- SAM WINCHESTER, WOULD LIKE TO WELCOME YOU ALL TO THE BATTLE THAT TAKES ALL, LITERALLY."

"AS YOU CAN SEE," the first one continued, "THE PAWNS ARE BEING ASCENDED INTO THE STADIUM."]

"THE RULES HAVE BEEN REVISED TO WINNER-TAKES-ALL." The second brother added, "THERE WILL NO LONGER WILL BE SUDDEN-DEATH."

"THAT'S RIGHT SAM," Dean? Said. "EACH OPPOSING TEAM WILL FIGHT FOR SUPERIORITY BY A SIMPLE GAME OF CAPTURE THE FLAG. ONCE ONE OF THE TEAMS CLAIMS ONE OF THE PAWNS, THE PRIZE WILL BE ONE OF THE LOSING TEAMS FIGHTERS ALONG WITHT HE PAWN AS WELL AS THE PRIZE MONEY."

"LET'S INTRODUCE OUR PAWNS." Sam announced, "OVER HERE WE HAVE ONE OF THE PACK'S PUPS, A YOUNG MALE AND FUTURE FIGHTER TO THE PACK."

"AND OVER HERE." Dean pointed at me, "WE HAVE A… RUNT?" Both announcers looked at each other puzzled, Dean shrugging before continuing. "THERE'S NOT MUCH TO SAY OTHER THAN THAT HE'S A RUNT."

I had to admit that I was slightly annoyed on how they practically looked down on me. But it was to be expected. The boy across me looked just as frightened as I was. He looked no bigger than I was. His skin was light, his hair dark and shaggy, his expression looked unsettled.

The crowd cheered and the announcers took their seats. The doors opened from behind us as the railings below me began to rattle, letting the massive wolves appear for the crowd to cheer even louder. Each wolf was chained to the railing as the made their way in front of me.

The pack that surrounded the boy was also chained. The one I was sure was the alpha was a salt and peppered wolf, larger than the others that had surrounded him. The other's weren't very distinctive in color, just that they were similar to Paul's silver wolf and Jared's brown wolf, all a bit lankier than the wolves in front of me. Each wearing some sort of armour similar to Jacob and his pack.

I watched as the doors close and the crowd continued to echo through the coliseum. The announcers stood once again.

"LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" The both announced.

In that moment, a buzzer blared throughout the stadium. The chains clicked and released, dropping to the ground in a loud thud.

Jacob let out a piercing howl and they all bolted forward.

I held my breath.