Chapter 59

Our Future

ALEJANDRO.

I dig my claws into the ground, jumping up as I growl, running at him. This time, I manage to knock him to the ground. But he instantly uses it to his advantage, throwing me over his shoulder and getting up.

In a flash, I’m in front of him, and I don’t hold back, just the way I don’t with Dante. That fucker is the only one who can beat my ass.

But despite my ruthless attacks, I’m unable to wrap my head around how Royce Arden is so strong.

I’m breathing hard, my eyes burning red and even when I kick him in the stomach, not once do his eyes change from their usual grey. As if this is just a game to him.

I don’t want to draw blood, but I need to see him lose control. I want to see his truth.

“Time to end this fucker.” I growl.

In a flash, I’m in front of him, my claws coming out, one hand grabbing his neck, the other ready to slash through his chest and that’s when his eyes flash a dazzling blue.

“Not so fast!” His cold reply comes.

He grips my hand that is around his neck tightly. The other hand shoots out and grabs my neck, as he brings his knee up, stopping me from ripping through his chest.

Our eyes lock, red against bright blue. We’re in a deadlock, a battle of strength alone and this is not one I usually lose… but right now, I’m losing.

Growling, I reinforce my hold, my aura swirling around me like a dark cloak, and that’s when I feel it, a surge of power as his eyes meet mine. Immense power.

Suddenly he kicks me off him, pain rushes through my stomach and chest and I don’t fucking know what happened, but the next thing I know, I’m thrown against the hospital wall, pain shooting through my entire fucking body from the impact.

He gets to his feet, brushing his fingers through the hair that has come loose from his hair tie, breathing hard.

I move forward, hissing as I realise something is fucking broken.

see his eyes are back to normal, and there’s

I going to let him think he’s

over yet, fucker.” I say with

have several fractured bones, Alpha Alejandro… do we really

are. I’m not

raises an

like I’m fucking getting on his

you fucking

just like

to the ground. He grunts as the breath is knocked from him. His head hits

is still broken

grit my teeth as another wave of

he gets off me, and instead grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, his knee pressing against my

this, so can we call it a draw?” He

got

hurts my

ain’t no fucking draw. You won.” I growl and he instantly

he didn’t offer me a fucking hand

notice despite his calmness, he still supports a good few grazes and bruises. He also has a cut along his jaw and a cut on his

both covered in a layer of sweat, like

pretty

smug

That’s fucking better…

lose a

He replies, pulling his

This was your moment of glory, shame no one was able to witness it.”

that they bested the

Especially an Arden.

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