'There are two types of pain; one that hurts you and the other one that changes you.'
~Anonymous
||Pain: the physical feeling caused by disease, injury, or something that hurts the body: mental and emotional suffering.||
Arabella had been avoiding the King all day after it was announced she had to fight the King. She was having mixed emotions about sparring with the King and potentially hurting him.
The fact was that she basked in the thought that she could show off her skills to the King by hurting him like he hurt her. Make him know she would have been powerful enough to be an Alpha. That Female Alphas were possible. Then there was her primitive wolf who opposed any idea of hurting her mate or anything that could possibly hurt the King.
It was around three in the afternoon when her Godfather Vladimir declared the winner of all their sparring sessions; Alpha Steffan Driscoll, the leader of the Welsh community. A muscular body encased in lacteous flesh and sandy blonde hair, this Alpha had.
The King entered the ring that Alpha Steffan was standing in, and the crowd cheered encouraging their King. A charcoal jogger sweatpants clad the King's lower half, a black fitted-exercise T-shirt adorned his upper body and displayed the impressive muscles in chest and abdomen. His soft, raven locks were ruffled and curly in their natural form, not in its usual uniform style.
The King whipped off his shirt and threw it to one of the security guards that had been protecting him all day. Suave skin exposed to Arabella's eyes, they greedily took in the well-defined pecs and the abs that adorned his upper-body. Her eyes glossed over with a gold overlay, her wolf. Blinking repeatedly, she regained control.
The King and the Alpha in position, awaiting the ready. It was when Vladimir hollered spar, the fight begun. The Alpha surged forward and tried to use the signature kick he had been using on his other opponents that seemed to work. No strategy.
The King had expected that, everyone expected it, and he easily blocked it. The Alpha made an attempt to injure the King with a measly punch, Weak.
The King gripped the Alpha's hand, effectively stopping the blow, jerking the Steffan forward, with much strength the King kicked the alpha on the leg. Giving out from the force, the Steffen fell on his knees, the King then thrust his knee up striking the Alpha painfully in the face. A brutal blow.
The Alpha lay on the floor after the attack, the King swiftly bounded after him, grasping Steffan's arm, twisting it to a position that it wasn't allowed to go. A loud snap echoes through the air, silence followed by the crowds applaud and praise. Their King had won the fight in a matter of minutes.
The King looked at Arabella, his eyebrows raised as if he had just proven something to her. The underlying message of the fight he was trying to convey to her was received. He may have been trying to show her his skills were exceptional and thus proved that he was a worthy mate. But the sly moves of the King almost mirrored Arabella's fight, and what he was really showing her was that a man could spar like her, but better. The difference was that she was being conservative and he wasn't by breaking the Alpha's arm.
'He wanted her forgiveness, was this his twisted way of doing it?' She wondered with disdain. Contempt was winning the fight with her wolf, who didn't enjoy being disrespected even by her mate. She made up her mind; she would fight.
The applause reigned and Alpha Steffan was taken to the area for the werewolves who were injured from sparring.
"Well done, My King." Vladimir said with approval gaining Arabella's attention.
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Bound To You
Werewolf"And in the mystification they realized that they were mates." Arabella Gardenia carries the world on her shoulders. As a young child, she was expected nothing more than to meet her parents' and pack's expectations. Now, as a young woman, those expe...
