His Dark Obsession

chapter 63

I need to learn to hide my own emotions and thoughts from her.

“Chasyn Vilkas wins!” The referee booms, and I look at the screen, where his name is emblazoned across it.

Looking back at the two men, I see Amar out cold on the ground, and for the first time since I’ve met him, Chasyn is not smiling but staring emotionlessly at the man on the floor. He is, after all, the firstborn of the Alpha King.

Both men are escorted off the field, and then the blood and torn clothes are cleared out for the next round.

“Chasyn!” Maryka runs to him, and Amar’s mate also hurries after them.

I look back at Zedkiel, and his eyes are on me. I smile gently, and his gaze softens before he gives me a slight smile back just as Ragnar slaps his shoulder and says something to him quietly.

He turns away as both chuckle, and I find myself blushing, thinking he looks so handsome.

The screen flashes, and my heart thumps when Zedkiel’s image appears on the board. He looks up at it, his eyes sharp as he awaits his opponent to be announced. I’m waiting, too, with bated breath and when Celia’s brother, Octavius Huntington, appears on the screen, my stomach twists.

Octavius lost his sister to Zedkiel…A ripple of unease flits through the grounds, but Octavius doesn’t seem worried. In fact, he’s calm despite the unsettling feeling that spreads through the crowds.

I don’t like that calmness. I know that there are no rules, no large weapons are allowed, but anything hidden on the body is. After all, everyone is in it to win it, and many will use secret trump cards up their sleeves.

A hushed murmur ripples through the crowds, and I know the rumours that Zedkiel had killed Odette had slipped out, and now people are once again muttering and whispering about it. I feel bad for her family. It was because of me that all of that had happened.

They are announced, and Zedkiel heads towards the arena, walking with the dominance and power he always holds around him.

“Good Luck, Zed,” I whisper, not caring if he’ll hear me.

He pauses and looks back at me sharply. A small frown crosses his face before he gives me a small nod, and he walks into the centre of the area, making me smile softly.

He did hear me.I’m nervous, although I keep telling myself he’s perfectly capable of handling this fight.

I see Octavius give his father a nod before he slips on some half-fingered gloves and enters the ring.

“Three… two… FIGHT!”

Silence falls as everyone awaits with bated breath for one of the two to make the first move. Zedkiel is the first to strike, and it’s not a light touch. He isn’t even assessing Octavius. That kick was meant to hurt. Octavius blocks, but the power behind him throws him across the ground.

A few gasps ripple through the crowd, but Zedkiel is in front of Octavius in a flash again. He instantly raises his hands to defend himself, but to my complete surprise, he hits Zedkiel in the chest with both palms. A slight puff of dust leaves the gloves as Zedkiel stumbles back slightly.

I frown. It was an odd choice of attack.

Octavius flinches as he massages his wrist and struggles to get to his feet.

They continue to fight, although Octavius plays more defence, but I don’t think he has a choice, considering Zedkiel isn’t giving him a chance. When he throws Octavius across the ground once more, this time, splatters of blood fly everywhere, making me flinch.

Goddess…Zedkiel turns his back, and just then, Octavius lets out a menacing roar, and I can see the hatred in his eyes as he lunges at Zedkiel’s back. I jump to my feet when I see the flash of a blade in his hand.

“Zed!” I gasp in horror.

Zedkiel turns, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him onto the ground with a sickening crunch. The crowd goes deadly silent as we all stare at the unmoving body of Octavius Huntington on the floor. A few people rush forward to check on him.

“He’s alive! Let’s take him to a healer! Now!” I breathe a sigh of relief as everyone claps and cheers.

“Alpha Prince Zedkiel Vilkas wins!”

Another round of roars and cheers ensue and I clap, too, happy that it’s over. Zedkiel turns, and I frown when I see him stagger slightly and wipe his mouth.

He pauses, looking down at his hand, and I stare in horror when I see the blood that mars his hand. How is that possible? Octavius didn't land one solid hit.