Book TRK
Chapter 88
Chapter 88
Chapter 0088
ASHANTI’S POV.
I’m on my knees. A chunk of my hair is in Alina’s brutal grasp and she’s pulling it behind with all her might while twisting my right arm behind my back mercilessly. My body is thrumming with pain from bruises and kicks I have gotten from her during this duel.
We are in the seventh round and I’ve not been able to win any. Like hell, I haven’t even successfully thrown a single punch at her. She wasn’t bluffing when made me understand her plans to kill me. I try to hold in the pain for some time, hoping she’ll notice I have no way to defend myself again and stop, thereby winning the round, but several seconds go by and she still does let go of my hair or my arm. Instead, she pulls and twists harder, causing me to scream because I can’t bear the pain anymore.
“Strawberry!” I shout out my safe word with a defeated voice. “Strawberry!” I cry in agony as I give up. Alina pushes my head as she lets go of head and releases my arm. Everyone applauds her. my
This is the eight round she’s winning.
I’m weak and exhausted. We have two more rounds to go, but I have no energy left in me. Wiping off the streaks of sweat trickling down my face, I try to rise up from my feet to prepare for the next round, but Alina does let me gain my balance.
Unexpectedly, she pushes me from behind and staggers backwards before dropping again to the ground. Before I know it, she’s on my body, punching my face and pulling my hair.
“Alina stop!” I scream as I try to block her punches. on my face with my arms but she’s just too strong.
“Die, bitch!” Horror overses me when she
spreads out her right arm and I notice her fingers have shape
-shifted to paws. Her claws are pointed and sharp. She raises her hand up in the air and brings it down, aiming for my face. I scream at the top of my lungs and close my eyes, waiting for her sharp claws to tear open my face. Suddenly, I feel her weight being lifted off of me and I hear her let out a sharp cry. I open my eyes just in time to see Alpha Reagan lifting her in the air with just a single hand and throwing her against a wall with all his might. Alina howls in agony as her back collides with the hard concrete wall before she drops to the ground.
I go rigid with shock.
“Ashanti!” Both Alpha Reagan and Delta Kyle call in unison as they rush to check on me. My body is cracking from pain. Agony is ripping my skin to shreds. The two men stoop by my side with worried looks on their faces. Delta Kyle is taking inventory of my body while Alpha Reagan is trying to support me so I can sit upright.
“Ashanti, are you alright?” That’s Delta Kyle. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
“Are you hurt anywhere? Tell me. That’s Alpha
Reagan. I look at both men, totally confused. The two men look at each other and reality taps wine on their faces. Immediately, Delta Kyle withdraws and rises to his feet, leaving Alpha Reagan with me.
“Come here.” Says the Alpha as he slides an arm around my back while the other finds its way around the back of my knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask in horror when he scoops me into his arms and rises to his feet.
He’s carrying me bridal style in front of everyone. Some of the men have their mouths hanging wide open in shock, for some, it’s their eyes, but no one dares utter a word. Alina bursts Into to tears in her brother’s arms.
“Alpha Reagan…” I look at him worriedly. “You don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly okay.”
“You are not the one to judge that. I’m taking you to the infirmary to get checked.” Then he heads for the door, as we walk past the others, I bury my head in his broad chest to hide