Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 28
Werewolf’s Heartsong
Chapter 28
Bettinaâs POV
That little bi tch! How could this happen! I had made sure her powers were bound,
she wasnât even supposed to have received her wolf. But the little b itch did! No!
Itâs 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! Iâll have to contact Rebecca, I want to know how the spell was broken. 2
Sarahâs POV
What is this!
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Why does she look like that!
Why is everyone calling her a Lunar Princess!
Sheâs not, sheâs not worthy of it!
Sheâs the blight of the family, the mistake!
Why, this isnât 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!
Iâll destroy her!
Just you wait Alora, Iâll have you begging for mercy that will never come!
You will pay for this!
Aloraâs POV
Darienâs 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 âhairâ
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 myselfâ¦. 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 Iâll 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 Brunoâs 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 Iâve always gotten at school. Looks
ranging from pity to disdained. He looked determined to give it his all. Iâm glad, I
donât want to just knock him out within seconds. I want a fight.
The signal comes, and weâre going at each other. Heâs 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 heâs 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 didnât take me
that long to finish this round, and we were able to put on a decent show for the
other students. So Iâd call that a well deserved win,
luckily so did the tournament officials. There were only two other matches before
mine and Darienâs 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. âHay Darien,â I started, he looked up at
me. âYou know how I have a Mansion now?â I ask. He nods âYeah, why?â he
asked frowning. âI donât want to live in it just yet, Iâd rather live in the pack house
first.â I tell him. âI think mom and dad would rather you stay with us at the pack
house too.â He tells me. 3)
I feel better knowing I was wanted somewhere. Sighing in relief I say. âThank
Goddess, I wouldnât have the first clue as to how to live in a Mansion.â I tell him.
âAnd what if itâs creepy and haunted?â I asked. He laughed. âWhy would you care
if itâs
haunted, youâre a werewolf.â he gasps out, still laughing. âJust because Iâm a
werewolf doesnât mean I donât find ghosts creepy,â I say pushing him, this only
made him laugh harder.
âOh! Keep laughing chuckle head.â I snarl. Heâs doubled over, his laughter more
of a wheeze this time. âYou keep laughing like this and Iâll be declared the winner
before we can even fight.â I tell him. By this point his face is beet red, it takes him
till the beginning of the second fight before heâs breathing right again. With an
occasional chuckle escaping.
âI didnât think I was that funny.â I told him. Another chuckle escapes. âItâs just that.â
he chuckles again. âof all the things for a werewolf to be afraid of.â There was
more laughter before he tries to sober up again. I look at him for a moment, heâs
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. âHey, you wouldnât stop laughing at
me.â I say to him. âI had to do something.â then smiling I continue. âThis option
just happened to bring me the most pleasure.â Then I laugh again.
So what if it might have been childish, I needed it. âYeah, yeah, just wait, weâre on
in any second now, Iâll get you back for the shove.â 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 Darienâs or mine. Iâm 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 itâs our turn. We look at each
other, weâre 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 Iâm wearing is a tank top and my capris. I hadnât 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 Iâd 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. Iâd 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 âhairâ 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. âReady for this Xena?â I ask her. Iâm ready, and looking forward to
this. She replies. âSo am I.â I tell her. As soon as the signal went off we moved.
Nether of us hesitating, both thirsty for a good battle.