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“Would you quit when facing those who outcasted you all your life?”I was shocked by Milo’s voice that brushed through my mind like a wave of merciless fury.“Would you allow them to mock your strength and pummel into you like you haven’t trained hard to get to this point in life?”
His moves grew faster, their execution flawless and packing enough strength to attempt to bring me down. It was so intense it got to the point that I stood my ground and lifted my arms in defense to take every blow, all while his voice continued to drill me with facts.
“What if this was in the fighting ring surrounded by the shifters of your father’s pack?”he painted the picture that almost felt like it was coming to life around us, the two of us fighting in the heart of the ring while all those under Papa Dearest’s reign observed and cheered for my utmost downfall.“They don’t wish to see you succeed. They’re cheering for your defeat. For me to prosper so they can further rub in how useless you are.Do you believe they wish for your rise? To see you at the top and claiming your father’s empire? None of them will ever bow to your ruling until you prove it to them,”he stressed before he used his strength to his advantage and used both of his forearms to send me flying back with a solid push.
I fell on my ass but jumped right back on my feet - my bruised arms already awaiting his next round of assaults that came with his feet as he began a technique of various kicks. I was like a sitting duck. This move was something so easy and yet it felt so straining in my mind that was beginning to be riled up by his words.
It brought me back to the ring where that unexpected opponent tried to walk all over me in my own domain, in the space I’d worked my ass off in for years to build my worth and the respect I wholeheartedly deserved.
This was no different, but the main problem was Roberto’s pack. The place that should have felt like family wasn’t even close to such a rank of acceptance. They didn’t respect me, let alone acknowledge my strength, and if I were in the middle of the ring, fighting one of our own pack wolves, they would cheer for the opposing competitor.
No one would ever believe in me.
That made me angry. It infuriated Bria because we’d been held back on so many levels. There were so many constant struggles and mayhem that we didn’t ask for, and now when we should be enjoying all that we’d accomplished since the moment I awakened her, it instead felt like a constant battle to keep afloat when that wasn’t how it should have been.
The lesson he was trying to drill into my head was that those who belittled me - outcasted my potential and worth from the rest of the world - wanted to do everything in their power to destroy my blessings because the truth was, they would never respect me.
No matter what I did to prove to them my worth. No matter the struggles, challenges, and medals I could carry across my neck proving that I’d fought, survived, and conquered everything that came my way to earn the positions, wealth, and success, it would never be enough to them.
I’d always be fighting and working desperately to try a win a losing game, and that was the problem. Instead of letting go, I was still secretly wishing to be accepted in a world that didn’t want me to sit upon a throne, a society that wouldn’t support me or cheer me on when my time to dominate was finally here.
This is why he’s showing me no mercy. He’s forcing me to realize that even those who should be loyal to me by birthright would enjoy pummeling me to the ground if it meant I’d give up being at the top.
He took a step back to make a direct hit with his left foot, but I caught it right before it could strike my chest. I held my grip with all my might, my furious eyes locking onto his which glimmered with enough golden intensity to force me to realize his wolf was in the driver’s seat, just like Bria was in mine.
The moment was but a few seconds, and yet between us, it was enough for me to see the silver lining within all of this. To grasp Milo’s true purpose in volunteering to do a fighting round with me.
I wondered if this was how royals trained their young. How they drilled their children to the bone and forced them to realize that their very own are cunning beings who will abandon their own if it were in their favor of uprising.
He was teaching me that wolves were no different.
To truly succeed and make the world fear you, you must be ruthless in your execution of defiance to force them to bow to you.
“Give me a glimpse of what you can do, princess.”His voice was mocking as he gave me a grin wide enough to show those brilliant white teeth of his. “Or face my wrath.”
There was that glimmer of hope that twinkled in his golden eyes, and that was what I needed to witness to push without holding back.
With a grunt, I pushed him back which caused a hit to his balance. He fell back onto his ass, and that was followed with him having to avoid my slamming leg that missed his crotch by a mere second.
By the time he was up, I was in his face and now he was in full-on defense mode as I began to punch him with everything I had. My rotations were completely unpredictable, to the point that I was kicking, punching, and doing anything I could to force him to take every single hit.
We were sweating buckets, our breaths out of control and yet our eye contact was solid. We couldn’t look away from one another, the magnetizing force being far too strong for either of us to deter from.
It took two minutes, which felt like an eternity for me, to find the golden opening to hit him where it would hurt.
His crotch.
The poor man didn’t stand a chance as he realized a second before I kicked the breath - and maybe life - out of him. My right leg crashed into his crotch. His knees buckled on reflex, and I pulled back and spun to give me enough momentum to hit his chest before he could crumble to the ground.
He soared back until he was on the ground and clutching his balls in pure agony, and whatever language he was speaking had to be full of insults -and I personally didn’t blame him.
I was already where he lay, my leg rising to perform another blow before arms hooked around me and I realized Neo was behind me, his sweet aroma immediately tickling my senses and my body humming out of whatever fighting trance I was in.
“Sweetness.” I realized it wasn’t Neo but Nico as he moved his hold lower until his hands were now on my hips and he pressed his hardened groin against my ass.
“As much as I enjoy bloodshed and misery, I think breaking Milo’s cock is just ruthless,” he soothingly stated while his hot breath tickled my ear. He followed with a light tug of my lobe with his sharp teeth. “But you can always use that move on me in the bedroom. I’d like that.”
That was both crazy and fucking hot at the same time, enough for me to turn my head as he further leaned to the side so I could see his approving eyes that were now a brilliant red with those mesmerizing black magic circles that accented their inky essence.
