The Lycan Pack's Luna

Chapter 32

Cassandra's POV 

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Alec and I circled each other. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, stayed locked onto mine, tracking my every movement.

He smirked. "Are you sure you're ready for this, sweetheart?"

Cocky bastard.

I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Oh, absolutely."

Alec took a slow step forward, testing my reaction. I mirrored him, shifting my weight lightly on my feet. I knew his game—he wanted me to strike first, to give him an opening. But I wasn't stupid.

Wait him out, study his movements.

Lia huffed inside my head. Or... we could just show him who's boss.

I barely had time to process her words before she took control.

Attack!!

With a burst of speed, I lunged.

Alec sidestepped effortlessly, but I was already twisting mid-air, landing lightly on my feet behind him. I launched a kick aimed at his ribs—only for his hand to catch my ankle mid-strike.

"Nice try," he mused.

Before he could yank me off balance, I used his hold to my advantage. Shifting my weight, I kicked off the ground with my free foot, twisting into a spin. He had to let go or risk taking a knee to the face. He let go.

I landed in a crouch, grinning. "What's the matter, your highness? Losing your touch?"

Alec rolled his shoulders, his own grin forming. "Oh, darling, I was just warming up."

In a flash, he was moving.

I barely had time to react before his arm was sweeping toward me—fast.

I ducked, dodged, and—

Shit.

His hand caught my wrist, yanking me forward. I stumbled, but before I could recover, he spun me around and pinned my back against his chest, one arm locked around my waist.

The crowd erupted in cheers and laughter. Jack was howling.

"You done playing, Cassie?" Alec murmured in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

Oh, hell no.

Lia growled, and I smirked.

"Not even close."

With all my strength, I threw my head back—right into his nose.

The satisfying crack of my head meeting Alec's nose sent a shockwave through the crowd. Gasps and cheers echoed around the arena as he loosened his grip just enough for me to slip free.

I spun around, ready to follow up with another strike—only to find Alec standing there, barely phased, wiping a streak of blood from his nose with his thumb.

"Oh, you are ruthless," he muttered, lips quirking into a smirk. "I like it."

The cocky bastard was enjoying this.

I shifted my weight lightly, shaking off the slight dizziness from our scuffle. "You talk too much, your highness."

His eyes darkened with something between amusement and challenge. "Fine. No more talking."

And then he moved.

Fast.

I barely had time to register it before he was on me. A left hook—I ducked. A sharp jab—I dodged. A low sweep—too late. His leg caught mine, and suddenly, the ground was rushing up to meet me.