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IT ALL COMES DOWN TO THE RING
~WILLOW~
The touchon my forehead stirred me from sleep, my eyes opening just slightly to the sight of Viktor looking down at me.
Oddly enough, this reminded me of far too many scenarios—knockouts within the ring or at the hands of Roberto. In that state between wakefulness and taunting slumber, Viktor would always be there.
The only times he wasn’t was when he was away on missions to kill anyone who threatened my safety.
“Hey." His tender greeting was followed with the brush of his hand along my cheek.
“Don’t tell me I got knocked out or some stupid shit or I’m going back to sleep,” I croaked, needing a moment to remember how I’d fallen unconscious, to begin with.
I swear I better not have lost to a bitch or something.
“You really do enjoy jumping to conclusions,”Bria acknowledged, but she sounded barely awake. She didn’t seem very worried about our current predicament so the probability of us losing a battle of some kind seemed slim.
“Nah,” he replied and shook his head. “You got bitch slapped by Felicia in front of everyone and all hell broke loose.”
My complete shock was followed with Victor literally manhandling me from now leaving this room, finding that bitch, and giving her a one-way ticket to Mother Moon herself.
“Let me find that bitch!”
“I was joking!” Viktor countered but endured the wrath of me flipping him onto the ground. “Fuck.”
“You’re joking?!” I gasped in his face before realizing what I did. “Oops. Actually, no. I don’t feel sorry for you in the slightest.”
“I thought you’d have a different reaction than going on a chase to kill a bitch,” Viktor muttered more to himself while he clearly admired the view of my furious expression.
Pouting my lips, I continued to practically sit on him while I crossed my arms over my chest.
“What possible reaction do you think I’d have when you bring Felicia into any equation? Which reminds me, she’s a traitorous bitch who needs to be on the list of elimination. As if she’s entering the new year alive. I think not.” I huffed before giving him a look. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like I’m your favorite serving of black coffee?” I offered and cringed at the example. “Ugh. Black coffee. Disgusting. Goodness, I need something to drink.”
I got off him and went to the cart full of various drinks. I wasn’t going to tell him his look was making me tingle in all the right places because this wasn’t really the time to be horny.
Is it ever the right time to be horny in my chaotic life?
I simply grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in a few gulps.
“Fuck. How long was I out for? I didn’t actually miss the runway, right? What if it was canceled?” I spun around, only to be facing Viktor, who observed me carefully.
I froze for a moment because I really didn’t expect him to be right up in my personal space—or maybe because the last time we were really near one another at an intimate level was before the ceremony.
“Why are you on the verge of panicking?” he asked and fuck, the tension between us only grew.
“I-I’m not on the verge of panicking,” I countered. “I just woke up to you telling me I got bitch slapped into unconsciousness by Beta Bitch-A-Lot of my father’s pack, only to find out it’s a joke, which leaves me with no answers as to whether or not I just fucked up my chance at gaining my birthright in front of a bunch of royal motherfuckers who are simply here to judge the fuck out of me and the members of my pack that I’ve gathered without the acknowledgment that you guys are my lovers and mean a fuckton to me, which leave me questioning whether I can walk down that fucking runway without spitting at a bitch, bastard, or some random fucker for making the majority of my twenty-five years of life a living fucking hell all for their entertainment and becoming a royal fucking princess they don’t even want!”
Saying all that in one breath was probably the stupidest thing I could do because I was completely breathless and seconds from a panic attack.
“Okay…” I breathed. “I’m on the verge of a panic attack.”
I was surprised my sweet bodyguard of a magician wasn’t tired of dealing with unexpected chaos that was usually triggered by my mere existence, but this moment only reminded me of the days in the locker room before a cage match.
The panic. The uncertainty. The pressure to not fail.
