Chapter 59: Chapter 59

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.

I look up sharply to see his eyes are back to normal, and there’s a glimmer of concern in his eyes as he walks over to me.

I get to my feet cause like fuck am I going to let him think he’s done any fucking damage; I’m healing already anyway.

“This ain't over yet, fucker.” I say with a smirk. “I’m having fun.”

He isn’t amused though, as he glances at my chest. “You have several fractured bones, Alpha Alejandro… do we really need to continue this?”

“Like shit we are. I’m not fucking done yet.”

He raises an eyebrow and exhales.

Wait, did this fucker just act like I’m fucking getting on his nerves?

“Hey what you fucking sighing about?”

“You really are stubborn, just like your daughter.” He remarks.

“Yeah, well, unlike her I ain't falling for your shit!” I lunge at him, knocking him to the ground. He grunts as the breath is knocked from him.

His head hits the floor.

He was fucking right, something is still broken inside of me.

I grit my teeth as another wave of pain rushes through me.

He blocks my punch, rolling over until he’s on top, but instead of getting a punch in, he gets off me, and instead grabs my arm and twists it behind my back, his knee pressing against my upper back.

“I’m really not enjoying this, so can we call it a draw?” He says breathlessly.

A draw? A fucking draw? I just got my fucking ass beat by a fucking Arden.

That fucking hurts my ego.

“There ain’t no fucking draw. You won.” I growl and he instantly lets go of me.

I’m glad he didn’t offer me a fucking hand to help me up.

I turn to face him and 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 lip.

We’re both covered in a layer of sweat, like a lot, and I smirk.

At least he doesn’t look all dressed up and pretty anymore. Aint no way Skyla will be impressed now.

I feel smug about that.

That’s fucking better…

“Do you know that I rarely ever lose a sparring match?” I ask him, cricking my neck.

“I’ve heard.” He replies, pulling his pants up a little.

“You sure had confidence that you will win, so then why the fuck did you send everyone away? This was your moment of glory, shame no one was able to witness it.” I say, sharing the thoughts that I fucking can’t make sense of.

Who wouldn’t want to boast that they bested the Lycan king himself?

Especially an Arden.

He cocks a brow.

“This match was between us. Why does anyone else need to know who won or lost? This isn’t a moment’s glory for me Alpha Alejandro. I won because you said it’s the only way you will allow me to see my Doll today and although I probably would still find a way to see her, I'd rather not anger you in the process. So, can I go see her?” He says, turning away and picking up his shirt.

But it’s his next words that really hit something inside of me. He turns his head to glance back over his shoulder at me and gives me the faintest of smirks.

“I’m not my father, and I find no pride in another’s loss.”

I’m about to reply, when I see a flash of white as the hospital doors open and the next thing I see is Skyla flinging her arms around the fucker’s neck.

He catches her by the waist. Neither seems to fucking care that I’m standing right here.

Yeah, maybe I’m fucking bruised and shit, but I’m still here and I’m not fucking invisible, but right now it’s almost as if I am.

“Careful love, I’m sweaty and covered in blood and dirt.” The fucker says as he looks down at my daughter.

“I don’t fucking care. I like you dirty, it just sucks I'm not the one who got you all hot and sweaty.” Skyla whispers, and to my fucking irritation, she kisses him straight on his fucking lips.

I clench my jaw, hating the fact that I have to accept this.

It’s not because of who he is… but the fact that my little girl is all grown up…

A calming touch sends tingles through me. Her touch still feels the way it did long ago and I feel my pain from the injuries fade away and turn to look at my own beautiful woman as she heals me.

Her gorgeous eyes meet mine, and I know she gets what I’m feeling.

‘They are the future Alejandro… the next generation… they are perfect for one another. Give them your blessings, because I do.’ She says softly through the mind link.

I turn my attention back to the young Alpha who is stronger than I ever imagined, watching as he runs his fingers tenderly through my daughter’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear as he whispers something ever so quietly in her ear. She has her hands a tad too fucking low on his abs for my liking.

But what I do realise is, that Kiara is right, in more ways than one…

He is a match for her, if she wants him, whether that's just for now or forever… and also that our time is waning.

The future of this world is in the hands of our legacies, legacies who will indeed be stronger and better people, alphas and protectors than their predecessors.

They are indeed our fucking future.