Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33

Kael’s POV

Stone Fist came at me like a freight train.

I dodged. Barely. My mind wasn’t here. Wasn’t in this fight.

It was on her.

Aria. Sitting in that VIP section. Watching me with those silver eyes that haunted my dreams.

*Focus,* Fenrir snarled. *He’s going to hit us.*

I ducked just in time. Stone Fist’s fist whistled past my ear. Close. Too close.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I’d been fighting in The Pit for years. Never lost. Never even came close. This was my territory. My kingdom. The one place where I could be Howl instead of Kael Blood Crown.

But tonight, I couldn’t concentrate.

Because all I could think about was the woman I shouldn’t want.

Stone Fist swung again. I blocked. The impact rattled up my arm. Pain. Good. Pain was good. Pain meant I was still alive. Still present.

*She’s Cain’s sister,* I reminded myself. The thought burned like acid. *Her brother destroyed Lucian. Her blood is poison.*

But my wolf didn’t care about blood. Didn’t care about revenge. Didn’t care about anything except the Omega with moonflower scent and eyes like liquid silver.

"Shut up," I muttered.

Stone Fist’s fist connected with my jaw.

Stars exploded across my vision. I staggered. Tasted copper.

The crowd roared. They smelled blood. My blood.

*Pay attention!* Fenrir was furious now. *Or let me take over!*

No. I needed this. Needed the pain. Needed something to drown out the chaos in my head.

I straightened. Wiped the blood from my lip. Looked at it.

Red. Bright red.

Like the rage burning in my chest.

When had this happened? When had I become this pathetic creature who couldn’t stop thinking about a woman? I was Kael Blood Crown. Alpha heir. Undefeated champion of The Pit.

I didn’t fall for anyone.

Especially not Shadow Moon trash.

But the memory of her face kept flashing through my mind. The way she’d looked at me in that hotel room. Drunk. Vulnerable. Calling me "pretty" like it was the most important truth in the world.

Stone Fist charged again. I let him come. Let him get close.

Then I moved.

All the frustration. All the confusion. All the hatred—for her family, for myself, for this goddamn bond I never asked for—I poured it into my fists.

One hit. Two. Three.

Each blow was a question.

*Why her?*

Crack.

*Why now?*

Crack.

*Why couldn’t I have been fated to anyone else?*

CRACK.

Stone Fist went down. Hard. His body hit the platform with a sound that echoed through the arena.

He didn’t get up.

The crowd exploded. Screaming. Howling. Throwing money into the air like confetti.

But I didn’t hear them.

My eyes found her immediately.

Aria. Still in the VIP section. Still watching.

Her hands were pressed against her chest. Her lips were parted. Those silver eyes were wide. Worried.

For me.

Something twisted in my chest. Something dangerous. Something that felt too much like hope.

*See?* Fenrir purred. *She cares. She’s ours.*

I looked away. Had to.

If I kept staring at her, I’d do something stupid. Like jump off this platform and claim her in front of everyone. Like mark her right here in the middle of The Pit.

Like admit that I was falling for her.

No.

I couldn’t fall. Wouldn’t fall.

Her brother destroyed my family. Her blood was the same blood that flowed through Cain’s veins. The same blood that created the monster who turned Lucian into a hollow shell.

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