Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 28

Bettina’s POV

That little bitch! How could this happen! I had made sure her powers were bound, she wasn’t even

supposed to have received her wolf. But the little bitch did! No! It’s 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! I’ll have to contact Rebecca, I want to know how the spell was broken. 2

Sarah’s POV

What is this!

Why does she look like that!

Why is everyone calling her a Lunar Princess!

She’s not, she’s not worthy of it!

She’s the blight of the family, the mistake!

Why, this isn’t fair!

Mom always said I was the special one!

I was the Princess!

Not her!

Not that slut, that whore the filthy cunt!

I hate her, I hate her!

I’ll destroy her!

Just you wait Alora, I’ll have you begging for mercy that will never come!

You will pay for this!

Alora’s POV

Darien’s 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 ‘hair’ 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

myself…. a little sexy. ?

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 I’ll

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 Bruno’s 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 I’ve always gotten at school. Looks ranging from pity to disdained. He looked

determined to give it his all. I’m glad, I don’t want to just knock him out within seconds. I want a fight.

The signal comes, and we’re going at each other. He’s 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 he’s 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 didn’t take me that long to finish this

round, and we were able to put on a decent show for the other students. So I’d call that a well deserved

win,

luckily so did the tournament officials. There were only two other matches before mine and Darien’s

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. “Hay Darien,” I started, he looked up at me. “You know how I

have a Mansion now?” I ask. He nods “Yeah, why?” he asked frowning. “I don’t want to live in it just yet,

I’d rather live in the pack house first.” I tell him. “I think mom and dad would rather you stay with us at

the pack house too.” He tells me. 3)

I feel better knowing I was wanted somewhere. Sighing in relief I say. “Thank Goddess, I wouldn’t have

the first clue as to how to live in a Mansion.” I tell him. “And what if it’s creepy and haunted?” I asked.

He laughed. “Why would you care if it’s

haunted, you’re a werewolf.” he gasps out, still laughing. “Just because I’m a werewolf doesn’t mean I

don’t find ghosts creepy,” I say pushing him, this only made him laugh harder.

“Oh! Keep laughing chuckle head.” I snarl. He’s doubled over, his laughter more of a wheeze this time.

“You keep laughing like this and I’ll be declared the winner before we can even fight.” I tell him. By this

point his face is beet red, it takes him till the beginning of the second fight before he’s breathing right

again. With an occasional chuckle escaping.

“I didn’t think I was that funny.” I told him. Another chuckle escapes. “It’s just that.” he chuckles again.

“of all the things for a werewolf to be afraid of.” There was more laughter before he tries to sober up

again. I look at him for a moment, he’s 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. “Hey, you wouldn’t stop laughing at me.” I say to him. “I had to do something.”

then smiling I continue. “This option just happened to bring me the most pleasure.” Then I laugh again.

So what if it might have been childish, I needed it. “Yeah, yeah, just wait, we’re on in any second now,

I’ll get you back for the shove.” 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 Darien’s or mine. I’m

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 it’s our turn. We look at each other, we’re 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 I’m wearing is a tank top and my capris. I hadn’t 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 I’d 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. I’d 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 ‘hair’ 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. “Ready for this Xena?” I ask her. I‘m ready, and looking forward to this. She replies. “So am I.” I tell her. As

soon as the signal went off we moved. Nether of us hesitating, both thirsty for a good battle.