Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 446 The Challenge

Hayley’s POV:

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I turned to Kirsty and proposed, “How about we make a three–part challenge, where the first two to wins?”

She nodded, agreeing without hesitation.

I pointed to the areas around us. “We’ll do shooting, rock climbing, and the 800–feet obstacle course. Is that alright?”

She simply responded, “No objections.”

With the competition set, anticipation spread through the crowd. The instructor stepped forward, his voice firm. “I’ll officiate to make sure everything stays fair.”

“Okay.”

“Sure.”

Both Kirsty and I nodded in agreement, and the instructor continued, “Let’s begin at the shooting range.”

A cheer went up from the onlookers–finally, a real competition! No more drills!

Excitement was palpable as some spectators even shifted into their wolf forms, playfully running around.

We walked toward the shooting range, where the instructor explained the rules. “You’ll stand 30 feets from the target, taking three shots each. The one with the highest total score wins.”

He handed us both specialized handguns. With steady hands, we prepared to aim.

narrowed. “Remember, if you lose, you’ll

target with precision. The checken called

took a steady breath, aimed,

points for Hayley!” the checker shouted, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Hayley!” Loretta’s voice rang out, encouraging

for Kirsty,

smirked as she readied

the checker

and the checker confirmed “9.5 points.”

Kirsty’s face hardened as

voice was filled with excitement. “Ten points! Kirsty,

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victorious smile, shooting me a taunting look. “One

remained calm, focusing on the target as

for Hayley!” the checker announced.

cheered

to go, Hayley!” Loretta shouted.

a glare of disbelief.

growing–her body was starting to

had been so confident of her victory, but after three rounds, we were tied. That meant we were heading into

faltered, making way for mistakes.

aimed again, and this time her shot landed just 9 points.

she snarled, her wolf claws gripping the gun tightly as if it were the cause of her

was my turn. I took a steady position, focused on the target, and released my shot. It soared straight