Derek’s POV
“No, it must hurt badly.” Francis sighed while Erika still looked calm.
I squeezed her hand to comfort her. She turned around and smiled at me as if she was not worried at all.
After rolling on the ground for seconds, the fire had been put out. Angel stood up and stumbled with dust all over her body. Her right hand had turned dark. I had been through many fights. Seriously, I didn’t know how one could defeat the enemy with the right hand injured severely.
The judge went over and asked her if she could continue.
She nodded firmly, tore the right sleeve, and bandaged her right hand roughly. She walked to the sword, kicked it up in the air, and held it in her left hand. Wow.
Paul’s face changed. He must have thought that the game would end soon. But it didn’t.
The audience was silent because everyone except Erika was trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Is she left-handed?” I asked Erika.
She could fight with both hands. Even she doesn’t know if she’s left-handed or right-handed. Erika answered with a proud smile.
I nodded without saying anything. To be fair, she could be the best warrior after the training.
Angel stepped back a little bit and was poised to attack. Her eyes had changed completely. Seriously, she was more like an acrobat when she was performing that stunt. Now she looked like a fighter.
She ran to Paul with the sword. While just then it could be predictable where she would land. But this time, it was totally unpredictable. She was so quick that she seemed to be able to show up in different places at the same time. Paul tried hard to track where she was but he failed. Angel kept tricking him with her flash movement. This time, she was quite patient.
Paul kept turning around and was at a loss. He had a fireball at his hand but didn’t know where to throw it. He was on the edge of collapsing.
It was time.
Angel slowed down and slashed Paul on his right shoulder.
Paul’s eyes widened. He turned around in disbelief, but he still threw the fireball at Angel with the help of his left hand. Angel dodged it. She jumped up in the air and kicked him in the chest.
He fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He panted and growled in pain. He tried to get up, but he was bleeding, and his sleeve was soaked in blood.
The judge looked at me and I nodded to him.
“I announce that the winner of the fight is — Angel! She is the first woman warrior in the Blood Moon Pack. From now on, she can join the training with other warriors.” The judge held her left hand up high and announced.
The audience, especially young girls, jumped up from their seats and exclaimed.
“Woman warrior! Woman warrior…”
“She is awesome!” Francis also applauded.
Erika looked very excited. Compared to other girls, she was the calmest. But there was a bright smile on her face, which was rare.
She turned around and wanted to give Paul a hug. That was to show respect for the enemy. However, Paul simply ignored her and left the training ground. It must be hard to accept the fact that he was defeated by a girl. But I guessed the boys needed to learn how to accept it. Because there would be a strong woman warrior in our pack.
“Alpha Derek, thank you for giving me the chance. After I become the warrior, I will do my best to serve our pack.” Angel lowered her head and said sincerely.
"You've done a good job," I said with a faint smile.
Angel ran to Erika. Erika stood up and held Angel in her arms tightly.
“Erika, I did it!” Angel said with a choked voice. Tears welled up in Angel’s eyes.
Erika looked very proud. She indeed proved that women could also become excellent warriors.
Erika turned to me and mind-linked. Thank you, Derek.
Before I said anything, she gave me a kiss on my forehead when nobody was looking at us.
My eyes widened. She kissed me！
Erika's POV
Twenty minutes later.
Derek kicked open the bedroom door and walked in with me in his arms. He didn’t even turn on the light and walked to the bed in the darkness. On the way to the bed, he even stumbled on a chair but he didn’t care about it at all. He threw me on the bed and immediately pressed his body against me. It was all dark and I couldn’t see anything. But interestingly, I knew precisely where his face was and I kissed him wildly. He slid his hand under my clothes while the other hand caressed the long scar on my face. He loved touching my scar and I loved the way I was touched by him.
When I couldn’t see anything, I tended to feel lonely and desperate. But at this moment, I loved the darkness. I closed my eyes, felt his body and his hands on me, and savored the moment.
Our breaths both accelerated and our tongues met. His movement was wild and almost violent. I had to be careful not to be hurt by him. But I liked it. My wolf liked it.
He sucked on my lips for a long time and I couldn’t breathe, or I just forgot how to breathe. As his body rose and fell, I could feel something hard rubbing against my thigh. I was only eighteen and had no experience in sex, but I knew something from the warriors when I was the Gamma. I soon realized what was happening.
I suddenly sobered up. It would not be a bad thing if I could win his trust after having sex with him.
He kept panting and his breath was almost audible. He didn't go further. So I decided to push him. I turned over, pressed him down, and straddled him. He looked at me in surprise.
It is my turn now. I mind-linked him.