Royal Alpha Roar.
"Serayah, you have to stop him!" Linda pleads, as if words alone could make a difference.
I hear them outside the castle gym as my fists crash into the punching bag in the gym. With the kind of force I use, the chains shake from above. Sweat is rolling off my back. My muscles burn, but I don’t stop. I can’t. A fight is coming, and I refuse to be anything less than unstoppable.
Linda's pleas to not go along with the fight has clearly not moved me, so now she’s dragging Serayah into it, hoping she’ll break through where she failed.
"You’ve been practicing for three hours. You’re tired." Mason mutters.
"I’m not tired." My knuckles slam against the leather again.
"Well, I am." He groans, pulling off the band on his wrist.
I roll my eyes. With the recent thing of aconi
