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Chapter 28

Bettina’s POV

That little bi tch! How could this happen! I had made sure her powers were bound,

she wasn’t even supposed to have received her wolf. But the little b itch did! No!

It’s not fair, the Moon Goddess wanted to have me punished for not mating with

my destined and gave the power the family has been waiting for to this brown

skinned abomination from my womb.

No! I’ll have to contact Rebecca, I want to know how the spell was broken. 2

Sarah’s POV

What is this!

Enter title…

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Why does she look like that!

Why is everyone calling her a Lunar Princess!

She’s not, she’s not worthy of it!

She’s the blight of the family, the mistake!

Why, this isn’t fair!

Mom always said I was the special one!

I was the Princess!

Not her!

Not that sl ut, that wh ore the filthy c unt!

I hate her, I hate her!

I’ll destroy her!

Just you wait Alora, I’ll have you begging for mercy that will never come!

You will pay for this!

Alora’s POV

Darien’s third match took all of five minutes. Being much more powerful then

Lexus. My third match was against Jaxon, and his wolf, who was all red, the ‘hair’

being darker and much longer than the rest of his fur. He, like me, was nine foot

four in his half form. He was big and broad, and I had to admit to myself…. a little

s exy. ?

If I wanted to, I could have probably gotten myself laid, but I had wanted to wait

for my mate. I still do, I may have been rejected by the first, but I might have a

second out there. Maybe in a year or two I’ll think about sleeping with a wolf not

my mate. But not now. It was to soon anyway. I was still hurting from my rejection.

Jaxon and Bruno’s gold eyes rimmed

in crimson held respect. He respected me as a warrior. I liked the respect he was

giving me. It was a nice change from what I’ve always gotten at school. Looks

ranging from pity to disdained. He looked determined to give it his all. I’m glad, I

don’t want to just knock him out within seconds. I want a fight.

The signal comes, and we’re going at each other. He’s fast, nearly as fast as me,

a match in speed for Darien. Our legs arms and hands come together repeatedly

in caught and diverted blows. Then after two minutes of this he leaves his left side

open. I faint right before spinning around landing a kick to his open left.

It knocks him back a few feet but not out of the ring. I come after him, he barely

has time to block the first punch. As he raises both arms, elbows and wrists

together to block a punch to the face, I drop down

whipping one leg out in a sweeping kick that has him on his back. I jump up as he

rolls to his hands and knees. I jump up and in a sweeping aerial kick bring my leg

down across his shoulders, driving him back to the ground. 2

This time he rolls away twice before coming to his knees then he’s up and

blocking a punch to the kidneys. He lands a kick to my stomach sending me

stumbling back. He comes at me. I crouch down as he gets to me. Grabbing a

wrist, I use his momentum to drop back, put my feet into his chest, then I push up

and send him flying over my head, and out of the ring.

He rolled a few times before his back hit the wall of the stadium. It didn’t take me

that long to finish this round, and we were able to put on a decent show for the

other students. So I’d call that a well deserved win,

luckily so did the tournament officials. There were only two other matches before

mine and Darien’s fight. Then we would officially be done with the exams and I

would be moving out of my parents house.

Thinking about that, I had a Mansion now. “Hay Darien,” I started, he looked up at

me. “You know how I have a Mansion now?” I ask. He nods “Yeah, why?” he

asked frowning. “I don’t want to live in it just yet, I’d rather live in the pack house

first.” I tell him. “I think mom and dad would rather you stay with us at the pack

house too.” He tells me. 3)

I feel better knowing I was wanted somewhere. Sighing in relief I say. “Thank

Goddess, I wouldn’t have the first clue as to how to live in a Mansion.” I tell him.

“And what if it’s creepy and haunted?” I asked. He laughed. “Why would you care

if it’s

haunted, you’re a werewolf.” he gasps out, still laughing. “Just because I’m a

werewolf doesn’t mean I don’t find ghosts creepy,” I say pushing him, this only

made him laugh harder.

“Oh! Keep laughing chuckle head.” I snarl. He’s doubled over, his laughter more

of a wheeze this time. “You keep laughing like this and I’ll be declared the winner

before we can even fight.” I tell him. By this point his face is beet red, it takes him

till the beginning of the second fight before he’s breathing right again. With an

occasional chuckle escaping.

“I didn’t think I was that funny.” I told him. Another chuckle escapes. “It’s just that.”

he chuckles again. “of all the things for a werewolf to be afraid of.” There was

more laughter before he tries to sober up again. I look at him for a moment, he’s

on the outside of the seat in the bleachers,

right next to the stairs. So with a big grin on my face, I push my laughing friend

into the aisle.

He yelps when he lands, then pops back up and growls at me before sitting back

in his seat. I laugh at his grumpy expression. “Hey, you wouldn’t stop laughing at

me.” I say to him. “I had to do something.” then smiling I continue. “This option

just happened to bring me the most pleasure.” Then I laugh again.

So what if it might have been childish, I needed it. “Yeah, yeah, just wait, we’re on

in any second now, I’ll get you back for the shove.” he says. I chuckle. And we

both turn back to the match. Jamison and Mason were evenly matched, so their

fight was going on longer than any of Darien’s or mine. I’m looking forward to our

match.

Jamison finally managed to get

Mason in a choke hold, using his legs to pin his claws to his body. He held Mason

like that so long I thought Mason was going to pass out completely. But at just the

last moment, he taps. Jamison immediately lets him go, Mason rolls over gasping

for breath and coughing. It takes him a good minute for him to get himself

together, then he changes back.

The officials announce Jamison as the winner. Now it’s our turn. We look at each

other, we’re both jazzed about our fight. We grin get up and make our walk down

the stairs side by side. The battle aura once more coming of us in waves as we

make our way down. Wolves shifting to the side, offering signs of submission,

offering signs of respect. I know we make a powerful view.

We get to the platform climbing into our respective spots. This far into the

battle all I’m wearing is a tank top and my capris. I hadn’t bothered with my bra or

panties anymore, they were with my cardigan and shoes under my seat. Darien is

in just his shorts now. And for just a moment my mind flashed to another male

wolf I’d caught in just shorts, the last time I saw him training before he went back

off to college.

He had been the one I had hoped would be my mate one day. I’d only been

thirteen when my crush started, and I was sixteen when I last saw him. He was so

tall, Six foot six, and his half form was nine feet and eleven inches. The ‘hair’ of

his half form a deep midnight black, his body fur a vibrant red. His eyes a garnet,

rimmed in a stormy gray. 2

His muscles large, he had an eight pack with a muscular V-shape that lead into

those shorts. The lust I had felt for him then at age sixteen was

new to me then. But it had tormented me. It had been to close to that time, that

night, that horrible night, I never want to feel that helpless again. I had actually

called forth my wolf unable to allow what was about to happen to me that night.

5.)

I shake my head and focus, I strip and transform. I get into my ready stance, as

does Darien. “Ready for this Xena?” I ask her. I‘m ready, and looking forward to

this. She replies. “So am I.” I tell her. As soon as the signal went off we moved.

Nether of us hesitating, both thirsty for a good battle.