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 is an

are both Lunas.

her level. I will act

“Three… Two… Start!”

front of me

on her heel. She aims

to hurt

mystery.

back from yet another attack and

pony, while yanking my head back as she knees me in the chin. Pain shoots through my body and for

the crowd, and I taste blood in my mouth. I can feel Evelyn’s rage inside of me

hisses, hammering against the walls

this is my fight.’ I reply quietly as I push Celia away, trying to catch my bearings.

always bullied me, hurt me and even her sister’s death didn’t humble her.

She is selfish.

I do?

coming up blank; I need to fight, I know that much, but she isn’t really giving me the

not that little

Focus Evangeline…

when the warriors used to train, of what Zedkiel taught me and… How

deep breath just before Celia punches me in the side of my face

hard kick to my hip, which makes me stagger back. Gritting my teeth,

signature mean -girl

Celia laughs, and I regain

The moment I get my

she rushes at me.

She taunts me just as I see her foot coming toward my face; I barely manage to duck out

to punch her in the nose. Celia growls angrily, her lips tugging into a snarl, and her eyes

“You slut!”

any of

whore, slut,

insults are endless from her as

I defend while trying

her reach when she

harsh breath, and I stumble backward, landing on my back. My head bounces off the ground with a thud, and

feel a flash of anger rush through me.

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