Chapter 18 - Cherie

Obviously, I didn’t listen to Rebecca because I’m back at the gym today. She kept on scowling at me, but I can’t help it if it’s grown to be my comfort.

“What if you see him with that woman again? Isn’t it better that you stay away until you feel better?” she asks while we walk towards the private fighting cage - a bonus if you’re a Volkov Brand fighter.

“Then I’ll ignore him and if he throws it in my face, I’ll reject him,” I say and walk inside the octagon while she closely follows behind me. “I need this, Rebecca; I can’t hide away.”

I won’t mention how I need this not because I want to forget, but because fighting helps me this time of the month. If I’m exhausted enough by the time I need to go home, the full moon doesn’t bother me and neither does my heat. I’ve been conditioned to forget, to ignore my body’s wants and needs - this is no different.

She bites her bottom lip but nods anyway. “Fine, but if you need help kicking his ass, I’m here. I’ll use my fairy princess magic on