Chapter 213

The fight would go on until one of them went down or yielded. As long as it didn’t cause death, the instructors would allow it.

“Shifters are made of tough materials,” another instructor commented.

Viviane kicked at Danielle’s midsection, careful not to use too much force that might make her fall. It was obvious what she was trying to do— keep Danielle upright so she could keep mercilessly bashing her. Another hit landed on Danielle’s kidney, and the princess staggered. She didn’t stand a chance. Viviane must have been trained to fight when she was a child. She delivered every move with precision and strength.

Before Danielle dropped to a knee, Viviane grabbed her hair and straightened her. Viviane’s fist, tainted with Danielle’s blood, rammed into her nose again. The sound of cracking bones echoed in the room.

The sadistic bitch was maiming Danielle for all to see and displaying Danielle’s weakness.

Paris and Summer had moved to the front of the cushioned mat, trembling, tears in their eyes. I hadn’t spent a lot of time with them, but I’d learned about their proud samurai shifter culture. They wouldn’t plead to the instructors for their princess, and they’d never beg outsiders for help.

Viviane laughed and raised her bloody fist for another blow, her other hand pinning Danielle by her hair. But before she could land it, I dashed

 from the bench like an arrow and crashed into Viviane. Danielle dropped, as did Viviane from my blunt force.

I raised my fist and drove the knuckles into Viviane’s face again and again before she could react. I was faster than her. I could be faster than anyone here.

She roared, trying to throw me off as I straddled her.

“How does it feel to be pinned down and trapped, cunt?” I spat on her face before jamming my fist into her eye socket. “Touch my princess again, and I’ll blind you!”

For the first time, fear flashed in her eyes as I caught a glimpse of my savage look in them. She brought her fists up to punch me. She was very strong, but I was a hell of a lot stronger, and I was running on fucking adrenaline.

I felt her bones break under my brutal assault, just like what she had done to Danielle. I smiled vengefully. Blood dripped from my knuckles, and I was glad it wasn’t mine.

From different directions, I heard stern orders to stop immediately. Shade shouted my name as well, but I didn’t give a fuck. Princess Danielle had shielded me when I needed it, so anyone who hurt her must pay tenfold.

I grinned as I aimed a blow toward BJ’s mouth, ready to knock out a tooth or two, forcing her to spend some bucks on dental work.

Two large, rough hands grabbed my fist before I could drive it home. I broke free and shoved them off. Those shifters were fast, and they grabbed me again. An arm wrapped around my waist to try and pry me off Viviane, but I wouldn’t budge.