The Bully's Hated Mate
The Bully’s Hated Mate – Chapter 52

LUCIUS’ POV:

Why I started to see these things, I couldn’t have known but the sense of guilt I felt immediately I picked up myself from the ground was enormous.

“Get up! You scum.” Devil’s Bones made sure to make his voice heard as I silently dusted myself up and took up a fighting stance.

“You’re pathetic.” He said to me as he circled me again.

My eyes flashed towards Cassia and something in me broke as she stared at me, lost.

I could remember what does eyes looked like when I didn’t help her or Marcus.

“Come!” Devil’s Bones screamed at me and a fury erupted from my chest.

I didn’t calculate my attack, and he held me by my legs and threw me to the ground.

My back hit the ground and made a sickening thud.

I looked up at Cassia and her face carried so much pain. I recalled when her eyes carried so much pain as she screamed for my father not to imprison Marcus, as she screamed at me to defend her.

I got up again, my face showing patterns of mud that streaked my face.

Devil’s Bones sneered at me now, his stance even thicker than before as he took two of his hands out in front of him and gestured for me to come at him.

“You’re worthless!” He shouted as I stood there, my fighting stance in motion and unmoving.

Maybe if I didn’t go to him, I could have a chance.

He came at me, claws elongated and sharp. His speed had increased as he stayed on all fours and lunged towards me.

I managed to evade his path, the crowd cheering wildly but his tiniest claw made sure to dig into my shoulder as I rolled over.

I screamed in agony as my b***d flowed like a river down my arms. My hand instinctively going straight for the wound and put a good hold to stop the bleeding.

I looked over to Cassia again, and her hand was against her mouth and her eyes were glassy.

A flashback whipped past my eyes and I remembered a time where she held a hand to her lips and her eyes glossed in anger and in pain.

I had asked Ariadne to come over on purpose and made sure Cassia didn’t leave or turn her back.

I had made her watch.

I received a mighty blow on my cheeks.

I felt the red cells combust on impact and my right ear started to ring just as the other ear heard the majority of the crowd gasp in surprise, just as the remainder of the crowd started to cheer madly.

My vision whipped away from me for a second as my eyes caught Cassia’s expression.

Anger.

I was definitely worthless because another memory flashed through me as she angrily called me out on my bullshit when I had left her in the woods.

Left her to die in the presence of two deadly bears.

I didn’t bother to defend the next attack as the blows started to come in heavily.

I was being knocked from one angle to another as Devil’s bones got his knack.

“Fight back! You pathetic loser!” I heard Devil’s bones say as he finally pushed me like a rag doll away from him and onto the middle of the arena.

I dragged myself, trying to get away as devil’s bones put a heavy leg on my leg and pressed down hard with all of his might.

I growled animalistically.

He picked me up again and threw me back on the ground. I bounced with a sickening crack.

I shouted again.

He lunged on top of me, dashing me blows that knocked my face left and right but I couldn’t move my limb. He had my hands pinned underneath his body.

My nose leaked different shades of b***d as his hands were flying to and fro.

He picked me up from the floor, dragging me across the arena like a ragdoll and dropping my feet hard on the floor.

I looked up in that moment, amidst the scraps and scratches that I could feel on my arms, I tried to drag my body away from where he had kept me and I felt my legs being dragged back.

Ruining every effort I placed in getting away from my opponent.

I was pathetic.

So pathetic and every feeling I had, numbed the sounds that came from the crowd.

Every part of my body felt broken in halves and yet, all I could reason was this was the worst feeling I’ve ever had.

I deserved this because Cassia must have felt much worse.

I looked up to the crowd, to the space I knew she occupied.

I saw her disappointment.

I could never forget how she looked at me when I tried to shove my feelings down her throat at the camp, in our tent when she was telling me what an a*****e I was for making sure I left her in the woods to die by those creatures.

How cowardly I was and how I was trying to get rid of her.

Or how I had grabbed my teacher and I had made sure to let her know she meant nothing to me in the presence of all and sundry.

I was the worst person she had ever come across with and yet, she was my best, and I had made sure to show her different shades of hell in whatever way that I could.

As the pain intensified, I told myself repeatedly as the sounds that came from the crowd seemed to dull and my other senses could only register the pain that was right for me.

I took a look at Cassia, curiosity doing me dirty.

I saw Cassia’s anger intensify with the little b***d I saw in my vision.

She had never been happy with me, and I knew this and made sure to make her even more unhappy.

I suddenly remembered how I had planned with Ariadne to make sure she was embarrassed at that party.

I didn’t deserve her at all.

I never did and I never have and I never will, and she had made sure to show me every shade of care, love and attention and affection, but I was adamant on remaining the a*****e I was.

Who was I kidding?

I deserved this, ten folds over.

I struggled to breathe as I could hear my opponent, Devil’s bones, chuckling and the crowd growing mad with violence.

The barricade that held us apart from the crowd was shaken in fury.

I struggled to see if the one wire barricade would hold off the angry crowd that cheered and wanted my death.

I coughed out b***d from somewhere within me as I heard Devil’s Bones let out a huge puff of air.

“Is this your beloved champion?” He screamed his question, pressing my leg even more and releasing more screams from within me.

Damon refused to cooperate with me.

I wanted us to fight but instead, I was hit with an outstanding amount of sadness. A sadness and guilt I deserved and much more.

“Is this who you bet for? This rag doll?” He asked again and the crowd raged madly.

People who had bet were definitely booing and shouting for me to stand up.

“Can you see the choice you made?” He shouted again and then bent down to grab my chin from behind to look at the crowd and my eyes fell towards Cassia.

She was in shock.

Another memory flowed down memory lane; a memory where she saw me on the tree outside our bedroom in the middle of the night.

“How about I ger rid of this nastiness for you! What do you say? Should I remove him? Do I end him?” He screamed and stood up tall, raising his arms like a god about to decree.

The crowd was wild and all wanted me dead at the same time, even my fans wanted me dead, and I didn’t blame either one of them.

I should be dead.

For Everything I did to Cassia, I deserved a pathetic death.

Suddenly, everyone gasped as the bell rang, signaling a foul.

I was rolled over and there, I was gasping with b***d pouring out from several places.

Pain shot out of different areas of my face as I stared at the deep amber colour of a white wolf.

I didn’t need anybody to tell me that it was Cassia.

She changed back in a flash, her clothes getting tattered as she changed back.

“You better stand up and make me proud, you jerkface! Or else, you’re sleeping in a body bag and under the rain for that matter. Now, stand up!” She shouted at me.

The determination made her eyes sparkle and my fury lit up as Devil’s bones suddenly came in line of view.

“Pretty doll. I’ll have you after this.” He said.

Where the energy suddenly erupted from, I didn’t know but what I did know was that I was suddenly standing and going toe to toe with the great beast.