Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 172

Chapter 0172
I gasped, instinctively leaning forward and gripping the edge of the bench as Noah groaned and veered a roundhouse kick toward Drake. With a swift swipe, he caught Drake right in the side of the head.
“Drake!” I cried out, leaping to my feet. The fight had only just begun, and yet it seemed as though they were out for blood-far more than a simple competition.
But Drake didn’t waver for more than a moment. Spitting a wad of blood out onto the rubber mat, he slid forward and threw his arms around Noah’s back leg, throwing him off balance. Noah’s arms wheeled, his head tilting back in surprise as he was slammed to the floor.
And then Drake was on top of him, raining punches down on him. Noah rolled and dodged each one, narrowly avoiding getting hit squarely in the face. His legs came up and looped around Drake’s shoulders, throwing him back-and then Noah was on top.
And unlike Drake, Noah didn’t miss. He landed a solid punch squarely in Drake’s nose, sending blood gushing instantly.
“Noah! Stop!” I shrieked. I lunged toward the ring, gripping the ropes, but found myself unable to enter- because Drake had somehow gotten the upper hand again, and now they were rolling around on the floor, Drake’s arms around Noah’s throat and Noah’s legs kicking.
“Yield!” Drake groaned, spitting out more blood. “Yield, dammit!”
Noah choked and sputtered. “Never.”
“Noah!” I shrieked. “Just yield, for Goddess’ sake!”
Noah, of course, didn’t pay me any mind. Neither of them did, no matter how loudly I shouted at them to stop. They just kept rolling around on the floor, throwing kicks and punches and snarls, fangs dropped and blood dripping
I had to do something, and quickly-especially when I saw Noah on top of Drake again, throwing feral punches at him. Some of them hit, resulting in sickening cracks and sputters, and some of them missed, turning Noah’s knuckles bl***y against the rubber mats.
Noah was going to kill Drake if Drake didn’t get out from under him. And if Drake got out, then he might very well turn around and kill Noah.
Whirling, I caught sight of a sink and a mop bucket in the comer. I grit my teeth and sprinted over, thrusting the bucket under the tap and turning it on. The sound of the rushing water barely covered the sound of the fleshy hits in the background. Tears pricked my eyes, my heart pounding as I urged the bucket to fill faster.
Once it was about halfway full, I grabbed it and whirled back around, nearly dropping it as I saw the scene in front of me-Drake had Noah on his feet again, up against the ropes, with his shirt clutched in his fist. He was pummeling him in the gut, each punch causing Noah to crumple even more-but never fall.
With one last shriek, I full-on sprinted at the ring. I held the bucket up over my shoulder, and…
1 forced all of the water right on top of their heads.
Only then, in the wake of a sudden rush of ice cold water, did their punches slow. Only then did Drake
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release Noah’s shirt, stumbling back and falling to the floor. Only then did Noah wipe the watery blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and lean against the ropes, panting heavily.
I threw the bucket down with a clatter.
“You animals!” I shrieked, stamping my foot. “This was supposed to be my training day! And you had to go and make it about you!”
Neither of them responded, although I didn’t think they were even capable at that point.
nt. Not that it mattered, anyway. I had to get out of here, get some fresh air, get away from the sickly sweet scent of blood and sweat and saliva.
Before they could see me cry or vomit or scream or maybe all three, I whirled on my heel and burst out of the training center.