The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 251

Book 3 Chapter 86

~WILLOW~

I was too late. Dante was lying on the ground while they announced the winner. He wasn’t moving, and his eyes were closed.

My mind and heart were racing together as I fought back the tears. How could he let them do this to him?

Everything was so loud but nothing was as loud as the wild beating of my heart, threatening to explode in my chest.

I’ve seen Dante get beaten before in the past, but nothing could compare to this. There was so much blood everywhere, and it wasn’t easy to recognize his face. My heart could not handle it. It was bleeding just as much as he was.

His opponent was standing above him with a look of pride on his face. He was happy he’d done this to him. While I knew this was just a match, I’ve never hated someone as much as I hated him now.

“DANTE!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He wouldn’t hear me, not with the loud spectators around us. Dante was everyone’s favorite, and he’d lost all matches. They were all in disbelief.

I tried to rush past security, but they weren’t letting me get through.

“He’s my husband!” I shout. “We went through this last time! Let me in! I beg of you, let me go to him!”

“No one is allowed back there.” They growl. “It’s only for fighters. Stay back, or we will have to escort you outside.”

“Please!” I beg. “I need to go to him.”

There was no one tending to his wounds. Everyone was more concerned that he’d lost the match, while others were happy that the opponent had won. Everyone who placed bets against him was grinning from ear to ear.

It was hard to watch.

out!”

me backward, I couldn’t control what happened

my eyes, and there were surprised gasps everywhere when the ground started to turn to ice. My gaze dropped

at my sisters, and they shrugged their shoulders. This wasn’t their doing; it

around me all let go as they looked

was exactly what I needed right now—a

was grateful for the power to do something like this. It wasn’t a good

when I drop

shouted when I got a closer

worse than

do

Why?

doesn’t move even when I call out to him over and over

must be unconscious. They’d beaten him so badly that they’d

body jumps. He still doesn’t open his eyes. I moved my other hand onto his chest; I was as gentle as possible. I didn’t want to hurt him more than he

to side; he is waking

I whisper. “Wake up. Please

his eyes. He was forcing it. I move my hand to his

croaks as he finally manages to open his

into my eyes. I can see the disbelief in his face. He doesn’t