The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0351

Events move too fast for me to comprehend them all as I stand with Bruce Grant at my side, watching my mate fight for me, for our nation, for our pride against the enemy.

And something is different in Luca now - it's like he's a new man, newly made. His fists move light lightning, and he dodges all of the Atalaxian's stunned blows. The bigger man has no shot, because somehow - and I honestly don't know how it's like Luca's three steps ahead of him-like he already knows where the Atalaxian's punches are going to land and has moved out of their way before he even thinks of it.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Luca gets the Atalaxian on the ropes again and again, delivering blow after devastating blow as our crowd screams for him, chanting his name. The enemy does his best, but he's soon on the defense, just doing his best to keep his hands up. But they slacken, and fall, and Luca lands a series of devastating, snapping blows that leave his face streaked with blood.

With a mighty yell the Atalaxian surges up off the ropes, lurching for Luca, trying to grab him

- to take him down-

But Luca is ready for it - like he was waiting for it - and as soon as the Atalaxian takes his second off-kilter step towards him. Luca looses the final blow.

The Atalaxian's skin shakes as Luca's fist connects with his cheekbone, cracking it, sending him falling to the mat with a thwack that reverberates all through the ring, shaking my whole body, which is pressed to the edge of the canvas.

I gasp, along with the rest of the crowd, as Luca stands over the Atalaxian's prone body- huge, hulking on the ground and roars his victory down over him.

And that's it - we all go wild. The screams that fill the stadium are the loudest that I've ever heard as everyone goes absolutely insane. The ref starts to count but nobody can hear him, because we're all shouting Luca's name -

The Atalaxian - he is completely gone, knocked senseless on the mat. No flutter to his eyes, no twitch to his limbs. His back lifts, just softy, with his breath-

But beyond that, nothing.

I spare a glance for the Atalaxian's coach and trainers across the ring for me, but they just stare at him, shocked and appalled and disgusted.

But I have no room for pity. Because everything in my mind - my entire world-

Is filled with Luca.

Luca, roaring again as he strides around the ring, pounding his fist against his chest.

Luca, triumphant, his pain drowned out by his pride, his victory, the joy that thrums through his veins.

Luca, turning, looking for me.

I laugh, overwhelmed, delighted, and tears of pride streaking down my cheeks as his eyes find mine. And then he's dashing for me, pulling at the laces on his gloves with his teeth, trying to get them off so he can reach for me.

But it doesn't matter, because I'm already clambering into the ring. When Luca sees what I'm doing he laughs and gets to his knees at the side of the ring, pulling me up, pulling me inside, and then he holds his gloved hands out, and I put my little hands in them, and he stands and takes me with him.

The crowd is screaming again - screaming for him, screaming for what, I don't know-

I don't care, honestly, because all I can see is my gorgeous mate as he bends down, wrapping his arms high around my thighs, and then lifts me up so that I'm held just slightly above him, laughing and smiling down into his gorgeous, slightly battered face, running my fingers through his hair.

"You did it," I say, still laughing, unable to help myself - the joy running through me, through us god, it's like a drug.

"You fucking did it, Ariel," he murmurs, shaking his head at me. "God, you're amazing. I could have never-