The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 202

The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna

Chapter 202

A practice sword was pressed into my hand, its familiar weight comforting. As we took our positions in the cleared circle, I saw the gleam of anticipation in Thalia’s eyes. She was confident in her victory, sure of her superior skill and centuries of experience.

“I’ll try not to hurt you,” she said, loud enough for the growing crowd to

The first clash of our swords sent vibrations up my arm. Thalia was trong, her technique flawless. She pressed forward immediately, forcing me to retreat several steps before I found my footing.

A quick, darting thrust nearly caught my shoulder, but I twisted away at the last moment, the blade slicing through empty air. Her eyes widened slightly–she’d expected to land that hit.

“I still got the first nick,” she said as her next attack left a thin scratch on my forearm.

But something was happening to me. The same heat that had accompanied my sickness now flooded my limbs with strength and speed I hadn’t known I possessed. Time seemed to slow, Thalia’s movements becoming predictable, almost telegraphed.

I parried her next attack easily, turning defense into offense with a counter that caught her by surprise. Now it was her turn to retreat, her expression shifting from confidence to concentration.

We moved across the training ground, our blades meeting again and again in a dance of steel and skill. The crowd had grown silent, watching with a mixture of awe and confusion. I caught glimpses of strange looks–confusion, disbelief, something like fear but had no time to analyze them as Thalia pressed her attack with renewed vigor.

When I finally saw my opening, I took it without hesitation. A feint to the left, a quick pivot, and my blade found its mark, slicing a neat line across Thalia’s cheek. Blood welled immediately, a thin crimson streak against her pale skin.

“Yield,” I said, my sword tip resting lightly against her throat.

For a moment, I thought she might continue fighting. Rage flashed in her eyes, quickly masked behind a forced smile. “Impressive, she said, lowering her sword. “I wonder if you’ve hidden all that skill inside for all these years.”

“This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime,” I replied, stepping back and returning the practice sword to its rack.

The whispers around us had grown louder, and as I turned to leave, caught sight of Kaius standing at the edge of the training ground, his expression unreadable as he watched me.

I left before he could approach, my body suddenly heavy with exhaustion. Whatever strength had flooded me during the fight was receding, leaving me drained and once again aware of the strange changes happening inside me.

I woke to nausea’s familiar grip the next morning, barely making it to the bathroom before the now–familiar heaving began. Blood splattered the toilet bowl, more than before, the silver flecks glinting mockingly in the morning light.

A particularly violent spasm drove me to my knees, and I didn’t hear the door open. I only became aware of Kaius’s presence when his hand settled on my back, steady and warm.

“I’m sorry,” I managed between retches, humiliated that he was witnessing this.

“Is okay, is over,” he murmured, holding my hair back as the last way

passed.

When I could finally sit back, he dampened a cloth and wiped my face with a gentleness that broke my heart, Frost appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his features.

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The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna

Chapter 202

A practice sword was pressed into my hand, its familiar weight comforting. As we took our positions in the cleared circle, I saw the gleam of anticipation in Thalia’s eyes. She was confident in her victory, sure of her superior skill and centuries of experience,

“I’ll try not to hurt you,” she said, loud enough for the growing crowd to hear.

The first clash of our swords sent vibrations up my arm. Thalia was strong, her technique flawless. She pressed forward immediately. forcing me to retreat several steps before I found my footing.

A quick, darting thrust nearly caught my shoulder, but I twisted away at the last moment, the blade slicing through empty air. Her eyes widened slightly–she’d expected to land that hit.

“I still got the first nick,” she said as her next attack left a thin scratch on my forearm.

But something was happening to me. The same heat that had accompanied my sickness now flooded my limbs with strength and speed I hadn’t known I possessed. Time seemed to slow, Thalia’s movements becoming predictable, almost telegraphed.

I parried her next attack easily, turning defense into offense with a counter that caught her by surprise. Now it was her turn to retreat, her expression shifting from confidence to concentration.

We moved across the training ground, our blades meeting again and again in a dance of steel and skill. The crowd had grown silent, watching with a mixture of awe and confusion. I caught glimpses of strange looks–confusion, disbelief, something like fear–but had no time to analyze them as Thalia pressed her attack with renewed vigor.

When I finally saw my opening, I took it without hesitation. A feint to the left, a quick pivot, and my blade found its mark, slicing a neat line across Thalia’s cheek. Blood welled immediately, a thin crimson streak against her pale skin.

“Yield,” I said, my sword tip resting lightly against her throat.

For a moment, I thought she might continue fighting. Rage flashed in her eyes, quickly masked behind a forced smile. “Impressive, she said, lowering her sword. “I wonder if you’ve hidden all that skill inside for all these years.”

“This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime,” I replied, stepping back and returning the practice sword to its rack.

The whispers around us had grown louder, and as I turned to leave, caught sight of Kaius standing at the edge of the training ground, his expression unreadable as he watched me.

I left before he could approach, my body suddenly heavy with exhaustion. Whatever strength had flooded me during the fight was receding, leaving me drained and once again aware of the strange changes happening inside me.

I woke to nausea’s familiar grip the next morning, barely making it to the bathroom before the now–familiar heaving began. Blood splattered the toilet bowl, more than before, the silver flecks glinting mockingly in the morning light.

A particularly violent spasm drove me to my knees, and I didn’t hear the do

his hand settled on my back, steady and warm.

“I’m sorry,” I managed between retches, humiliated that he was witnessing this.

“Is okay, is over, he murmured, holding my hair back as the last wave passed.

open. I only became aware of Kaius’s presence when

When I could finally sit back, he dampened a cloth and wiped my face with a gentleness that broke my heart, Frost appeared in the doorway, concern etched on his features.

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Chapter 202

“Are you okay?” b

asked, though the answer was obvious.

“Yes, I am, I lied, attempting to stand, only to sway dangerously.

Kaius caught me, lifting me easily and carrying me back to the bed. No, she is not. How long has this been happening?”

“This is the first time; don’t worry. It’s nothing,” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue.

“It is not nothing. You are sick, and I need to know the truth; how long has this been going on? Kaius’s voice hardened, the Alpha commanding now.