68. Her Taunts

EVANGELINE.

Celia!

That isn’t who I was expecting to face off against. I don’t know why, but I didn’t think we would actually meet in this challenge.

The weather is cold, with winter

approaching the evenings usually are. Ice clings to the ground, sparkling under the bright lights that cover the grounds.

I look at her as she tosses her hair and shows

off a little, blowing a few kisses to the

crowds. I know I won’t make it to the final

round of the fights, but if I could somehow make it to the next round…

It would help Zedkiel’s excellent score. I want to contribute to his success too. I don’t want to simply be a burden or be someone to ruin his score. I want to be deserving of him,

unlike the rest of the competitors – he had me, someone who is useless in comparison to the well-seasoned fighters the rest of

them are. I can see it too. There’s me with

my extra meat and them with their abs and

muscles….

Seeing her standing there in that hot pink sports bra with matching shorts, I realise I want to beat her. Years of tolerating her

mockery… I know violence doesn’t solve anything, but it might make me feel good…

Her innocent pretty front that always made

her look like the perfect princess and let her

away with everything… I am just an Omega, but she

both Lunas. Even if she’s ugly inside, just

level. I will

“Three… Two… Start!”

me rather fast

me, spinning on her heel. She aims another

She wants to hurt

mystery.

from yet another attack and scan the grounds.

I can use… I grunt when a punch connects with my stomach and I double over, only for her to grab my pony, while yanking my head back as she knees me in the chin. Pain shoots through my body and for a

taste blood in my mouth. I can

hammering against the walls she’s trapped

quietly as I push Celia away,

is, she’s always bullied me, hurt me and even her

She is selfish.

I

the chance… She tightens her own ponytail as she struts. towards me like she

is, I’m not that little Omega anymore…

Focus Evangeline…

used to train,

me in the side

my hip, which makes me

signature mean

laughs, and I regain

footing and focus. The moment I get my

rushes

foot coming toward my face; I barely manage to duck out of the way in time. She misses my face,

to punch her in the nose. Celia growls

“You slut!”

of those things!

slut,

endless from

while trying

reach when she kicks me in

and I stumble backward, landing on my back. My head bounces off

flash of anger rush

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