Saved By The Alpha King

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Raven’s POV

As the bell rang, Emilia wasted no time in launching herself at me, her movements a blur of speed and skill.

I did my best to defend, to counter her attacks, but it was like trying to catch the wind.

Her strikes were lightning-fast, every single blow finding its mark with ease.

I stumbled back, pain pushing through my entire body as her fists found their target everywhere.

The laughter of the other trainees echoed in my ears, their mocking words fueling my frustration. Sweat streamed down my face, mingling with the blood that moved from a split lip. But I refused to back down.

“Look at her. What a joke,” someone said with mocking laughter.

“Her form isn’t even right. She thinks she is a pro already,” another chirped.

“Emilia isn’t even using ten percent of her true strength. That would pulverize her.”

I was making a fool out of myself in this fight, but if there was one thing I know, it’s that I was stubborn.

I wouldn’t give up. No matter what I would show her how durable I was.

Gritting my teeth, I mustered every ounce of strength, launching a desperate counterattack.

It was a weak punch when compared to hers but I didn’t care. It was hard enough to break through stone.

My fists swung wildly through the air, aiming for her defenses. But she effortlessly dodged and weaved like she knew what she was doing, her movements fluid and graceful. It was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. I was failing.

Emilia’s laughter pierced through the cheers from the onlookers, her voice filled with laughter. "Is that the best you can do?" she taunted. "Pathetic."

Her words stung, fueling the fire within me. I refused to let her break me, to reduce me to a laughingstock. I pushed through the pain, channeling my frustration into determination to bring her down.

With a burst of speed, I closed the distance between us, my fists flying towards her face. But before my strikes could connect, she sidestepped with ease, her leg sweeping out in a low kick. I stumbled, losing my balance, and crashed to the ground with a resounding thud.

The laughter of the onlookers rose to a loud sound, their jeers and taunts echoing through the training hall.

My face burned with embarrassment as Emilia stood over me, triumphant and victorious.

"Stay down chump," she sneered, her voice filled with disdain. "You're nothing more than a weakling."

Her words cut deep, like a knife to the heart. But as I laid on the cold floor, battered and bruised, something within me shifted. A quiet strength settled over me, replacing the shame and self-doubt. I refused to let her words define me.

With a surge of strength, I pushed myself off the ground, my eyes blazing with newfound determination but it was at that moment that I knew she was as strong as the people around thought her to be.

With a smirk, she punched me in the stomach, sending me flying across the hall and crashing into the wall.

Everyone gasped as the hall went silent.

“When I say stay down, I mean stay down. I don’t want to hear about your motivational speech or your strength. The fight is over and you should get back to training like you were.”

I watched her walk out of the hall as I looked at my shaky hands. Maybe I was weak.

I couldn’t even stand up for myself. I was pathetic.

The training hall was now a reminder of my humiliation and shame as her final blow which sent me crashing to the ground was given.

The laughter and taunts of the onlookers followed me like a dark cloud as I crawled to my feet and ran out of the hall, my body aching with pain.

Their words echoed in my ears, telling me that I didn't belong, that I was weak.

Defeated and broken, I couldn't bear to face their jeers any longer.

I ran blindly, my tears blurring my vision as I pushed past the double doors of the training hall.

The cool evening air hit me like a slap in the face, a very different feeling to the heated atmosphere I had just left behind. I continued to run, my breath ragged, until I used my super speed to zip through the road and headed for a different place.

A place far away from the hall.

Now no one would look at me with respect again. I had come here to start over but it was the same thing.

Everywhere I would go there would be another Venus. This time the Venus was Emilia, my trainer.

After a few minutes of running I found myself in the middle of a vast field.

Collapsing to my knees, I let the tears flow freely, my sobs wracking my body.

The weight of the humiliation and the pain pressed down on me like a heavy burden. I felt like a failure, like I would never be able to measure up to anyone.

As I cried, the world around me seemed to fade into a blur.

The grass beneath my trembling hands felt cool and it invited me to lay on it, a very different thing to the fiery emotions that raged within me.

I let my fingers dig into the earth, anchoring myself to something tangible to help me calm the chaos of my thoughts.

But just as I began to lose myself in the depths of my despair, a voice cut through the darkness. "Are you going to let them break you?"

I looked up in shock, my eyes red and swollen, to see a figure standing a few feet away.

His presence was unexpected, and I couldn't help but marvel at the calmness in his voice even with the turmoil of my emotions.

"Wha… what are you doing here?" I managed to croak, my voice hoarse from tears as the alpha walked to where I laid.