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.

wonder if the Bane was as effective as I was told they were. Killing you

He didn’t appreciate my humor even a bit. He charged at me, attempting to knock

no option 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, but as the seconds passed by, he was getting the upper hand. I wouldn’t win this

everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Maybe this was

figure approaching.

Axel was dead.

mean one

the ground. Logan clutched his head, letting out a cry. I couldn’t

the remains of a broken bottle in his hands. The same bottle that had once

my imagination. Axel was standing right before me.

a ghost.” He said, “Maybe because

“How?”

Ghosts shouldn’t be able to feel

see you.”