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

an Omega, but she is an Alpha’s

now, we are equal; we are both Lunas. Even if

her level. I

“Three… Two… Start!”

of me rather fast

the side; her attack narrowly missing me as she runs past me, spinning on her heel. She aims another punch

to hurt me. That’s

mystery.

another attack and

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

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

me out!’ She hisses, hammering against the walls she’s

quietly as I push Celia away, trying to

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

She is selfish.

do I

up blank; I need to fight, I know that much, but she isn’t really giving me the chance… She tightens her

thing is, I’m not that

Focus Evangeline…

remember what I saw when the warriors used to train, of what Zedkiel

take a deep breath just before Celia punches me in the side of my face and aims

which makes me stagger back. Gritting my teeth, I lift my

wearing her signature mean -girl

Celia laughs, and

footing and focus. The moment

rushes at

toward my face; I barely manage to duck out of

her in the nose. Celia growls angrily, her lips tugging into

“You slut!”

of those things!

whore, slut,

endless from her

while

reach when she kicks

backward, landing on my back. My head bounces off the ground with a thud, and intense pain rips through as black dots dance across my vision.

flash of anger

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255