Lycan King’s Nemesis

ASH??

I swerved in force to the right, imitating the motion of my mate as she swung in full force at her present opponent, twisting her hand in a vicelike grip before balancing behind her and further putting strain on her arms, eliciting a defeated yell from the female, leading to Tyler rushing forward to blow the whistle. Once more my mate wins.

Somehow my heart swelled inside, even if my sister was presently one of the fallen heroes. I couldn’t believe it myself. My sister was one of the best fighters in this pack, having her share of tricks which she used to her favour and during the fight has employed all of them-however, it appeared my mate was of the mind to mesmerize everyone as she ploughed through the battlefield bringing down all her opponent not greater than five minutes, without breaking a sweat.

It was as if she was born for this.

How come I didn’t know she was this good? To the extent of winning against my female Lycans who were bred to fight, maim and destroy. The crowd broke into a loud cheer as Tyler helped her up, his face a mask of pride, smiling a breath away from her.

“Yes!” Williams reeled beside me. “I knew she was a phenomenon.”

My guts twisted. Deep inside for me, a part of me was proud she wasn’t bringing shame to me while the other part-considering the fact she was wolfless-I was expecting her to flop-call me evil- at least I get the laughs tonight. Nonetheless, the goddess seemed to be on her side, everything was going well, up to now she was about to face the RED group. And that bastard Tyler had to hold her so close like she was his! For goddess sake, he was my sister’s mate, according to what she said. How come I have been the only one irritated by their excessive show of emotions meanwhile by sister stood there, grinning from ear to ear, none the least bothered?

I leaned to my left, where Williams sat hooting in merriment. “Is it just me that thinks there is something fishy about my sister’s claim of the rogue being her mate?”

Williams’s face blanched as his grey orbs travelled in that direction and when it returned, he was fast to ask, “Why did you say so?”

“Look at her, happy watching my mate and HER mate displaying excessive cordiality and she isn’t even moved as is obtainable with one’s mate.”

Williams cleared his throat. From the second I asked that question, his face came off to have paled. “I-i think you are the one overthinking it, Ash. Everyone is apparently involved and delighted with how the Queen is winning to care about such obscenity.”

I grunted and lugged back, huffing, “Perhaps, it’s in my head, it won’t still stop me from having a chat with the rogue concerning his true intentions.”

“… and now, as we have all seen, our dear Queen have proven herself a warlock by defeating every member of the nude and blue group. Now, who among the RED group, thinks she is worthy of facing a woman of this notoriety?” The rogue’s voice drummed dramatically through the air.

I am tempted to declare an end to today’s match as I could sense my mate’s heartbeat hammering, possibly from exhaustion or is that anxiety? I stood, going close to the baluster, and opened my mouth only to stop as Merit walked forward, her sword unsheathed.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I am willing to challenge the Queen,” She roared, her eyes pinned fiercely at Gwen. I suspected this was going to happen. And now, everything became even more interesting. I stepped back.

“Aren’t you going to stop this?” Williams queried in a disturbed tone. “You know this won’t end well.”

“Relax, my dear friend.” I touched his arm. “The fun just started.”

And indeed it was.

Gwen didn’t move a foot or bat an eyelid, merely stood there watching Merit through bloodthirsty eyes up to when Merit let out a battle cry and leapt at her. That was when my mate transformed into something totally different from what she displayed in her former fight, throwing rounds of punches and fast to block off all the blows coming from Merit.

When she vaulted up and kicked Merit on the chest sending her flying ten yards away, I stood up, ambling closer and saw Merit snap her eyes at my mate, blazing fire in shock not believing it. Merit was the best female warrior of my Kingdom, not anyhow kind of woman can win against her. So, like her, everyone was amazed at what was unfolding before us.

“How dare you?” Merit’s thunderous clamour was accompanied by her speedy dash through the air to catch my mate unaware. Somethings she wasn’t supposes to do; use her powers.

“STOP!” Tyler reached to grab her and pushed her away from my mate who didn’t flinch but went after her, kicking and shouting. Anyone within the palatial walls watching now would know this was more than games to them.

“Stay away from this.” Merit bypassed him while he was observing Gwen at the same time her Lycae emerged and she sent Gwen flying across the yard to smash against the bricks.

“My Queen!”

“Gwendolyn!”

Tyler and I screamed at the same time, him running to her while I took the stairs two at a time. The crowd went into abrupt silence.

Tyler took her in his arms as I got there, the first sight that greeted my eyes being blood gushing from my mate’s mouth. I ripped her away from his arms into mine and tentatively touched her face.

She was unconscious.

“You should have stopped this one time!” I screamed at Tyler.

“And you should have ordered your mistress to behave!” He thundered back, tears shimmering in his eyes. I was gobsmacked that he talked back at me and the fact that my guardian was teary over my mate’s unfortunate circumstance.

“Oh, my, is she okay?” Abby dropped beside us. I looked away from Tyler to my mate, lifting her up. “Will, call the ambulance!” Abby waved vigorously and Williams who was sprinting to us made a U-turn and went back.

“Is she going to be okay?” She asked me, but I was not in the right state of mind to reply to her. Guilt ate me up. The rogue was right. I let this happen. I should have stopped this instead of sitting there enjoying watching Merit and my mate clash over me. It even saddened me more knowing I secretly wished for my mate to be taught a lesson somehow so as to gloat later on.

Instead of waiting for the ambulance, I stood and raced to the car, placed her in and without waiting a second, I zoomed off.

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