Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Bettina’s POV

That little bitch! How could this happen! I had made sure her powers were bound, she wasn’t even supposed to have received her wolf. But the little bitch did! No! It’s not fair, the Moon Goddess wanted to have me punished for not mating with my destined and gave the power the family has been waiting for to this brown skinned abomination from my womb.

No! I’ll have to contact Rebecca, I want to know how the spell was broken. 2

Sarah’s POV

What is this!

Why does she look like that!

Why is everyone calling her a Lunar Princess!

She’s not, she’s not worthy of it!

She’s the blight of the family, the mistake!

Why, this isn’t fair!

Mom always said I was the special one!

I was the Princess!

Not her!

Not that slut, that whore the filthy cunt!

I hate her, I hate her!

I’ll destroy her!

Just you wait Alora, I’ll have you begging for mercy that will never come!

You will pay for this!

Alora’s POV

Darien’s third match took all of five minutes. Being much more powerful then Lexus. My third match was against Jaxon, and his wolf, who was all red, the ‘hair’ being darker and much longer than the rest of his fur. He, like me, was nine foot four in his half form. He was big and broad, and I had to admit to myself…. a little sexy. ?

If I wanted to, I could have probably gotten myself laid, but I had wanted to wait for my mate. I still do, I may have been rejected by the first, but I might have a second out there. Maybe in a year or two I’ll think about sleeping with a wolf not my mate. But not now. It was to soon anyway. I was still hurting from my rejection.

Jaxon and Bruno’s gold eyes rimmed

“I didn’t think I was that funny.” I told him. Another chuckle escapes. “It’s just that.” he chuckles again. “of all the things for a werewolf to be afraid of.” There was more laughter before he tries to sober up again. I look at him for a moment, he’s on the outside of the seat in the bleachers,

He yelps when he lands, then pops back up and growls at me before sitting back in his seat. I laugh at his grumpy expression. “Hey, you wouldn’t stop laughing at me.” I say to him. “I had to do something.” then smiling I continue. “This option just happened to bring me the most pleasure.” Then I laugh again.

So what if it might have been childish, I needed it. “Yeah, yeah, just wait, we’re on in any second now, I’ll get you back for the shove.” he says. I chuckle. And we both turn back to the match. Jamison and Mason were evenly matched, so their fight was going on longer than any of Darien’s or mine. I’m looking forward to our match.

Jamison finally managed to get

Mason in a choke hold, using his legs to pin his claws to his body. He held Mason like that so long I thought Mason was going to pass out completely. But at just the last moment, he taps. Jamison immediately lets him go, Mason rolls over gasping for breath and coughing. It takes him a good minute for him to get himself together, then he changes back.

The officials announce Jamison as the winner. Now it’s our turn. We look at each other, we’re both jazzed about our fight. We grin get up and make our walk down the stairs side by side. The battle aura once more coming of us in waves as we make our way down. Wolves shifting to the side, offering signs of submission, offering signs of respect. I know we make a powerful view.

We get to the platform climbing into our respective spots. This far into the

battle all I’m wearing is a tank top and my capris. I hadn’t bothered with my bra or panties anymore, they were with my cardigan and shoes under my seat. Darien is in just his shorts now. And for just a moment my mind flashed to another male wolf I’d caught in just shorts, the last time I saw him training before he went back off to college.

He had been the one I had hoped would be my mate one day. I’d only been thirteen when my crush started, and I was sixteen when I last saw him. He was so tall, Six foot six, and his half form was nine feet and eleven inches. The ‘hair’ of his half form a deep midnight black, his body fur a vibrant red. His eyes a garnet, rimmed in a stormy gray. 2

His muscles large, he had an eight pack with a muscular V-shape that lead into those shorts. The lust I had felt for him then at age sixteen was

new to me then. But it had tormented me. It had been to close to that time, that night, that horrible night, I never want to feel that helpless again. I had actually called forth my wolf unable to allow what was about to happen to me that night. 5.)

I shake my head and focus, I strip and transform. I get into my ready stance, as does Darien. “Ready for this Xena?” I ask her. I‘m ready, and looking forward to this. She replies. “So am I.” I tell her. As soon as the signal went off we moved. Nether of us hesitating, both thirsty for a good battle.