Rejecting Azrael | ✔️

CH 16: Fight

Azrael's POV:

Today was the day of the competition.

My heart was pounding from my chest from the anxiety and pressure from everyone. The pack had placed many bets on me, hoping I would win.

I didn't care for that though.

I needed to win the heart of the Queen.

My Queen.

Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I took a breath in and out. Almost immediately, the sweet scent of Coco filled my nostrils. I flared up at that, my eyes snapping open.

Tilting my head slowly downwards, I take in her small yet beautiful frame. She was dressed sporty, with her hair tied up in a high pony tail. However, Coco was eyeing at me with concern, her teeth biting her lip in sudden nervousness.

Frowning, I stated, "I'll be fine."

She combs her hand through the extra strands of hair she had out of her pony tail, sighing while doing so. "I know you'll be fine, I trained you. I'm just worried that you might have some scarring."

"Scars are hot though," I quickly responded with a crock of a brow.

She rolled her eyes at that, making me have another comment of...

"You know, one day... your eyes will get stuck back there from rolling your eyes too much."

I got a light smack on the back of the head for that.

Ouch.

We fell into a small fit of laughter, before I closed by eyes for only a few seconds and started to recall what occurred previously.

Remembering that I was still slightly upset for what happened before with her and Cornelius, I put a little more distance between us.

Coco must have noticed by the sudden change in the atmosphere, because her eyes became dark again.

I tried to get over it, but it takes time.

My wolf still refused to speak to Coco, his pride and heart crushed into nothingness. I couldn't blame him, especially with all the small whines that come from his chest. Every time I came near Coco, he would bury himself away. 

Silently, I stretched myself out and awaited for my name to be called.

It's only a matter of time.

***

"Next up! We have Azrael Ford against our number one champion!"

I stood up from my seat, ready to enter the arena. Coco rushed towards me, wishing me all the good lucks in the world. I thanked her, a small but forced grin.

As I stepped in, I came to face none other than my current rival.

A rival that I had taken up a challenge on since day one of moving into this pack, one that I wanted to beat the shit out of when I had the chance.

Cornelius Orwell.

My eyes nearly popped out of their eye sockets.

I just didn't think it would be real, be this soon.

I was going to fight my mates boyfriend.

How fucked up can this be?

A/N: It's been what... almost 2 weeks since I last posted? I need to get my game-on. 😅 While I was typing the story, I spelled coco wrong. I typed cock instead of her name by accident... nearly published it until I found the error, lmao. Can you imagine? "Almost immediately, the sweet scent of Cock filled my nostrils...". Also... thank you for the support of my readers, I was able to complete the chapter. Thank you... so much. ❤️❤️

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