Chapter 88
Vanya
“Alpha Vaughn DiVinci… wins.”
Coach Shawn’s voice rang out across the courtyard like a bell, sharp and final.
The crowd erupted into a mixture of cheers and mutters, some thrilled, others displeased.
I barely heard any of it.
Because my eyes were on Kross.
Shawn’s voice continued:
“The next elimination fight—Alpha Kross Steele versus Alpha Justin—will begin in five minutes.”
“Justin must have sided with them,” I said quietly, breath still ragged from my own fight. “He probably did it to save himself. Whatever he did… he did to me. So why did you write his name, Kross?”
“It’s never about you, Vaughn,” he said flatly, his voice low, heavy with something I couldn’t quite read.
He stepped closer.
“I didn’t write his name because he turned his back on you. Or becaus
