His Dark Obsession

25. A Match

EVANGELINE.

“Ok then, on three. One… Two… Three!” Chasyn signal goes and in a blink, Maryka darts at me, punching me across the face. I gasp as my head snaps to the side, feeling the jarring pain in my

neck and cheeks as I stumble back.

Zedkiel snarls, about to step forward. At the

same time Chasyn does, his eyes widening in

alarm and fear for his Luna. “It’s fine. We’re

fine. Please.” I whisper to Zedkiel, the taste of

blood in my mouth. My heart thumps loudly and I look at the brunette. A competitive glint in

her eyes.

Of course, there will be… they will all want to

win…

“Let them go at it, it will help Evangeline.” Chasyn murmurs, walking around to his

brother. I have a feeling it’s to stop him in case he tries something against Maryka. Zedkiel’s eyes narrow but he says nothing, his eyes burning red…

I focus on Maryka, thinking she went straight

for the face.

“Are there any rules?” I ask.

“None.” Zedkiel replies coldly.

on her face. The look of someone who doesn’t really like me but is pretending for others… It was disappointing but I didn’t let it

duck. Moving aside, I stumble back as she spins. on the ball of her feet. She’s lithe and fast, wasting no time in between attacks. I keep ducking and she becomes

“Fight!” She exclaims.

will… when

an idea occurring to me, move to the left, her leg connects with

and I

knocked. from me. I gasp as I try to regain myself only for her to

block my head, feeling the jarring pain shoot up my arm as her

clumsy punch of my own. She catches my fist, twisting it around, and

my ass before she shoves me back. My head connects with the ground, and I can feel

feet away from one of the large weight training machines. I roll over as she lunges at me and I catch her with my feet, which connect with her stomach. Grabbing her arms, I push all my force into it,

hope I don’t

of my force into my feet, throwing her over myself and straight into the machinery behind us. I flinch when I hear the clang of the machine and the pained whimper that

“That was low.”

the machine behind her once again. She runs at me, and I do the same, but instead of attacking her, I jump, grabbing onto the top bar of the

leg up straight

tries to block, but she doesn’t expect it and my knee connects straight with her face. She falls and I drop to the ground, stumbling as I turn to look at the woman

is thumping loudly in my ear. The adrenaline rushes through me. My head hurt from when she pulled my hair and my entire body was bruised from her

voice holding

her. She’s still on the floor, slowly

interest.

Are you alright?” I

out to her. She smacks

hand on my shoulder. I flinch, feeling

done a lot

wouldn’t heal. 1

looking down at the woman who, to my horror, is bleeding from her nose. “You

You were happy to

yet the moment you got hurt,

I hate fake people, Maryka. Consider this a warning. Stay away from my woman unless it’s

sharply. “Zedkiel… they