Contractually Yours, Alpha by Giftemmy

Chapter One Hundred and Eight

I picked up the sword and staggered to my feet.

“I have dreamt of this day.” He began. “You were the brother who got everything he wanted; even the moon goddess was on your side, but I… I never got those things, Don’t you think I wanted them to? Don’t you think! wanted to stay away from the shadows and rule? Don’t you think I wanted my name spread abroad?”

“It is not my fault you chose to be a coward; no one forced you into hiding, but you were afraid of your own shadow. I will always be willing to take the risk–because that’s what living means.

I was right; he knew it, and that maddened him. I watch the frown curve on his lips.

His sword came at me, but I blocked it. He didn’t stop with the attack; he came at me again and again. I hated the feeling of weakness; I hated the fact that we were unmatched and I was lacking, I wasn’t as fast as I used to be, nor was I as strong, but I wasn’t giving up either.

I managed to give him a nick in the shoulder.

He growled, coming at me harder this time, knocking the sword out of my hands. His next aim was true, giving me a deep cut in the back. I reached for my sword, picking it up, and despite the pain and dizziness I felt, I rose to my feet once again.

the Bane was as effective as I was told they

to live.” I said to him, a small smile curving on my lips. He didn’t appreciate my humor even a bit. He charged at me, attempting to knock me off balance. I saw that move coming, and so I dodged. I gave him another

but to switch to defense. Once again he knocked the sword out of my hands; his sword pressed against my ribcage, digging deeper–his aim was the heart. I gripped the blade, applying pressure; if I let go, then this would be the end. The sword cut into my palm, and blood poured down to the ground. Despite the pain, I held on,

to be going in slow motion. Maybe this was the time people spoke about, when

figure approaching. Axel.

Axel was dead.

mean

from my chest, and the sword Logan had held fell to the ground. Logan clutched his head, letting out a

bottle in his hands. The same bottle that had once

Axel was standing right

said, “Maybe

“How?”

know either. Ghosts shouldn’t be

can see you.”