"FUCK YOU." Yelled Valentine as he charged for Zac. 

He swung with everything he had as he laid into Zac. Who for the most part seemed unphased by his actions. Cheap shots weren't something his father believed in or what he was taught, but he went for it. Valentine swung at Zac's knee. Taking him out like that would be the only way he would win this fight. 

Zac felt the kick before he was able to land it. He swung and clocked Valentine in the jaw. His back hit the mat with the weight of his entire body. The wind once again knocked out of him, no need for the added weight of Zac to pin him down. 

Valentine squirmed under Zac, his pheromones at an all-time high for him. The sweet cookie scent hit Zac hard. It forced the smell of Shaw and Asher from his mind completely. His dark eyes blinked a few times as his mind cleared, seeing that it was Valentine under him and not Asher. 

Zac had him pinned completely with his weight alone, but he held his hands down by the wrist over his head so he couldn't swing at him. Not concerned about Valentine trying to roll him or kick him off because it simply wasn't going to happen. 

"Just submit." Growled Zac in close to his ear. 

If he submitted, the fight would be called. 

"I can't." Spat Valentine. He whipped his head forward and knocked Zac in the face. 

"Stop it." He threatened the sweet scent and the shifting under him pulled at his alpha. "Submit." 

Zac wasn't aware of the rules that had been given to Valentine. It had to be a KO for the contact to be valid. He couldn't call uncle. He had to knock out or be knocked out. Valentine darted his eyes up to the box Shaw was in and found him standing close to the window. He no longer sat in his throned chair before them. 

The entire room was now affected by Valentine's pheromones. Zac's had started to change from one that showed nothing but anger and ill intent to that of one to warn others away. That what he had was his and no one better dare to challenge him on that. 

Zac growled as he leaned in next to Valentine's face. He rubbed his cheek along his coated himself in more of that sweet taste of his. Other alpha's in the room started to scent themselves. The smell of Valentine didn't affect Zac alone. 

It had gotten to the point that Valentine couldn't pull himself back. All the control he once had was gone. Zac's growls turned to that of groans as he pulled at the front of Valentine's shorts. The material stood no chance against him as he pulled and stripped the fabric at the seams. 

"Zac." Valentine pleaded. He still squirmed to get out from underneath him. 

The added exposure formed a hot blush on his cheeks. The alpha was in full control of him as he forced his own shorts down. His member stood at attention. Zac's good knee parted Valentine's legs with one swift motion as he guided himself with his hand and thrust inside him. He couldn't hold himself back any longer. Zac had been teased for far too long now. First by Asher and now by him. 

He was to be his alpha. He showed that to everyone in the room as he pounded into Valentine. Shaw would no longer have what he saw to be his. He deserved his own happiness. 

Zac thrilled even more at the fact that Valentine was wet, soaked even. It was a normal reaction for an omega, not one that meant they wanted anything to happen but one he didn't get the last time he tried to bed with an omega. 

Valentine felt as if he was sucking him in deeper the more he thrust. His omega begged to be fucked by him. 

Valentine covered his face once Zac released his wrist from over his head. Embarrassment was the main emotion he was feeling. Everyone's eyes were on him. He could feel the looks of want for him. Men shouted they wanted next. Others argued back they would have next. 

Zac lifted up on Valentine's hips, which allowed him to penetrate deeper. Valentine was unable to stop the arch that happened in his back as he felt Zac threaten to push past his wall. The sensation caused a moan to escape him.

The sound echoed over Zac's ears and pulled a smile on his face. "Moan for me." 

Valentine dropped one hand from his face to Zac's thigh and gripped at him. He personally couldn't figure out if it was a grip to try and make him stop or one that begged for him to go on.