A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs novel Chapter 183

{Elira}

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Friday morning came with a knot already tightening in my stomach.

After our classes for the day, Cambria, Nari, Juniper, Tamryn, and I headed for the auditorium together.

We found seats together near the middle. Juniper leaned close, whispering, “You look way too calm, Elira. Either you’ve mastered inner peace or you are seconds from fainting.”

I smiled faintly. “Probably both.” I wished I wouldn’t be called upon today, but something at the back of my mind told me to accept my fate already.

The professor standing on the stage, a tall woman with moon-black streaks in her dark hair and a voice that carried easily without effort, lifted the microphone.

“All right, students,” she began, her tone clipped and professional, “the combat elimination continues. As always, twenty names will be drawn. When your name is called, remain seated until the full list is complete.”

Her fingers slipped into the glass box. The first name echoed through the hall, then another, and another.

By the tenth name, I had gone completely still. I didn’t dare to hope. And then, I heard my name.

“Elira Shaw.”

My stomach dropped clean through the floor. For a breath, the whole world seemed to hush before my friends erupted around me.

Juniper clapped her hands together with a grin. Nari told me that I was going to win this because she could feel it. Tamryn dropped two tips for me while Cambria gave me a knowing smile.

“Just breathe. You’ve got this as usual.”

Their confidence in me almost made me believe it, too.

After the last name was called, every other student was dismissed except the twenty of us whose names were called.

The professor stepped down from the stage and began pairing us off, calling out names two at a time. And finally, she got to me.

“Elira Shaw versus—” She glanced at the next name. “Darren Colt.”

A murmur swept through the remaining students.

I turned, searching for the name, until I spotted him. He was a boy easily twice my height and triple my build, muscles straining against the sleeves of his uniform jacket, his dark hair falling over pale, unreadable eyes.

He cracked his neck once and narrowed his eyes when they met mine. Then, his mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Guess I drew the short straw,” he said casually, his tone low but carrying enough for me to hear.

I stared up at him, way up, and tried to ignore the fact that his shoulder was about level with my forehead.

Just then, the professor gave a final nod. “All pairs, follow me to the main training hall.”

As the others began to move, Tamryn’s voice echoed faintly in my mind. “Keep your centre low and read your opponent’s moves before you strike.”

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