The Rebel
Chapter 57

With that, she stood up, and he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he would have a few seconds to revive himself.

When she placed her foot between her legs.

Which made his eyes widen.

His head shook no and this time the crowd remained silent. They were speechless, seeing her do it.

Kicking with all his might, not once, but again and again.

True to her words, she was indeed playing, like football on a field.

Just that the ball wasn’t a football, but it was still a ball.

” Take this ! You bastard! Bastard take that! »

She continued until he had difficulty breathing. But the pause only lasted a few seconds, as she used the dagger like a paintbrush and her chest like a canvas.

She colored it in shades of red, not allowing the wounds to heal, replacing them with new, deeper ones.

“Please… stop… I’m begging you…”

He finally said and she stopped, lowering herself to crouch down to his level.

With the dagger stuck to her neck, she spoke boldly and without fear.

“Did you stop when they begged you? »

His question brought more tears to her eyes. The head shaking no.

“I’m…I’m sorry…please…”

“Did you stop when I begged you?” ! »

It was Anara this time, stirring up another storm inside her as she remembered that time, all those centuries ago.

Without a warning, she sliced ​​his arm from his shoulder. His cry echoed through the silent forest, startling the crowd. That wasn’t all, she did the same with the other arm, finally stopping at his neck.

“Reeeeeebelle… Reeeebelle… Reeeebelle…”

The crowd cheered again, as it was the final moment.

His dagger inches from his neck, the color of his eyes changing again from hazel to brown, finally settling at brown.

Vera was back, to deliver the final blow.

To take revenge on all the dead women who suffered from this man’s torture.

“Ow… No… Please…”

Benjamin begged and his grip tightened on the dagger.

His next words, loud and clear, echoed through the silent forest.

“Every time a woman is forced by a man.

Every time his innocence is snatched away by a beast.

Every time a cry leaves his lips and a tear leaves the eyes of a helpless person.

Remember. »

Benjamin shook his head no as Vera moved closer to him, staring into his eyes, seeing them return to their heterochromic color, making the tip of his neck touch, she made him bleed, saying her last words: “A Rebel will rise. »

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” I will get up. »

And with that, she screamed to finally do it.

B***d spurted across his face as the dagger sliced ​​through the beast’s neck, separating its head from its body.

Staring into his lifeless eyes, she froze. His hands, which held the dagger so tightly, loosened, causing it to fall.

The arena fell silent as everyone witnessed the beast’s death.

Cheers followed, everyone celebrating their victory.

But Vera was numb.

Her eyes fixed on Benjamin’s dead eyes, unable to believe she did it.

Hot tears flowed from her eyes.

“Did I kill him?” »

Seeing no movement, she believed it. She looked at her hands covered in red and black.

The black… The poison.

He was everywhere now. Inside her… Outside her… On her… Can anyone survive being poisoned?

Did she end this cycle and deliver justice in the broadest sense?

Looking at those smiling, happy faces and the family reunions, she believed it.

She managed to get to her feet.

Looking around, she saw that everyone was looking at her, with prominent smiles and obvious respect.

They respected her.

This thought alone gave rise to an emotion in her that she struggled all her life to achieve.

Contentment.

She was finally satisfied with the justice she had served.

Her father, her brother, Kane… Everyone looked at her and smiled.

And she couldn’t stop the tears of happiness that flowed from her eyes.

“Reeeeebelle!” Reeeebelle! Reeeeeee…beautiful! »

They started clapping and she couldn’t believe it.

It was indeed the happiest day of his life.

Looking around, she smiled at everyone, Being filled with euphoria.

It was too good to be true, a dream come true.

And she knew she had to wake up very soon.

Through those teary eyes, she looked down at her arms. The black substance was still there… His veins were still dark… His b***d was still black.

She was a monster herself now.

The smile left her lips when she realized the twisted truth.

The death of Benjamin, of the beast precisely, did not put an end to the poison…. Elysium.

He was still present… The poison still flowed through her veins…

And she knew, that one day, just like Benjamin, even she had to die.

Maybe she was a good person.

But she was still a monster.

And as we all know, all monsters die.

Swallowing the lump in her throat and putting on a fake smile, she turned around to face him.

His true companion.

Her other half that made her complete.

He was already there, right behind her. Waiting for her to win this war and for him to take her to his house.

He hugged her.

“My lioness! He

said, with his gray eyes looking at her with nothing but love and admiration.

She chuckled through her watery eyes,

“Hey Logan. »

With that, she landed on him, clinging tightly to him, as if her life depended on him.

His scent soothed her, and her wolf rejoiced in her happiness.

Pressing her cheek against his chest, she let the beating of her heart calm her like earlier.

But that day, his heartbeat was much faster.

It was beating at an inhuman rhythm.

His fingers ran through her hair, calming her and that’s when she knew she was finally in heaven.

Clearing her throat, she decided to bare her heart.

Placing her hand on his chest, she looked up at him.

It was the perfect time.

Everyone looked at them, victory finally theirs and the villain lying dead at their feet.

“Logan…I. … »

She stuttered, her hand that was placed on her chest, found her heart beating harder.

Which made her smile shyly as she finally dared to speak in one burst.

“King Logan. I, Princess Sara Saravera Knight, announce my love to you. »

It sucked… So formal. But she was still glad she said it.

But the answer she got wasn’t what she expected.

He just stared at her.

Without emotion, with those cold gray eyes. And for a second, she thought he was going to reject her.

When suddenly, he pulled her towards him, making her forehead hit his chest.

Looking into her eyes, he placed a k**s on her forehead.

Which caused the tingles to explode upon contact. Closing her eyes, she felt his breath on her lips.

Was he going to k**s her?

“I love you too, Vera!” »

He told her, making her the happiest woman in the world. But just like that, all the dreams she had built came crashing down in one second.

Her eyes opened with happiness. And that’s when she saw him… His chest through the top buttons.

“No… No… That… Can’t be true…”

His chest was darkening just like her, his veins were turning dark, starting from his shoulder.

From the wound on his shoulder.

The smile faded and she looked up at him in fear… afraid of losing him.

” Are you fine ? »

She asked and he smiled at her. He held her face in his palms.

“I’ve never felt better. »

Looking at her lips, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Crushing them in a passionate k**s, he didn’t fight for dominance this time.

He let her take over.

The crowd cheered, but they were oblivious. Lost in their own world.

Her body melting in his arms as he enjoyed feeling her sweet, innocent lips trying to k**s him back.

When suddenly, they stopped moving.

Her mouth stopped as a tear left her eye.

The crowd suddenly became silent.

His wide eyes met hers and she saw the softness in his eyes replaced with a coldness.

A coldness that froze the heart that it thawed to make it beat.

His trembling hands moved downward to replace the source of the pain.

Her fingers trembled as she found a dagger stuck in her stomach.

Not just any dagger…. His dagger.

Tracking her path to follow the hand in her grip, she froze when she felt the tingles explode.

He held the dagger tightly, his trembling fingers covered in b***d…

“I… am sorry, Vera.” »

That’s all he said as he turned the dagger further, without a single cry leaving his lips.

Lifeless, she just stared into the pair of gray eyes.

Who were the most beautiful in the world.

Betrayal was all she could see in them now.

“…. P… For… Why? »

That’s all she could say, through trembling lips.

His eyes closed and his body fell into the depths of darkness.

Until his strong grip on her waist held her back.

His stormy gray eyes, were the last thing she saw before darkness greeted her.