CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 26

~REGINA’S POV~

I pushed the doors to the training hall open. The smell of sweat and testosterone filled my nostrils, and I cringed from the scent. I've been training here for ten years, and the smell still gives me the urge to vomit. The sound of punching bags being assaulted came to a stop, and all eyes fell on me—the queen of war and the only woman to set foot in a training hall. I walked to the center with my head held high and my hips swaying to the rhythm of their heavy breathing. The eyes of the men who trained by my side as comrades and the eyes of the pupils I molded into machines of war followed me as I made my way past them. I stopped at the very center of the hall, scanned their faces with my orbs, and prepared to give the speech that pumped my hate through them like the toxic influence of hard drugs when a voice echoed in the ha