The Lycan King’s Second Chance Mate by Sumi

Chapter 0042

ASHANTI'S POV.

"Alpha Reagan." I call and take a small step

forward. His muscles relax. His features lose their tension. "I wouldn't want you to insult your skills by having a duel with someone as inexperienced as me. Why don't you chose someone else who's al little up to your standards to have a duel with? This will be a complete waste of your time?" My eyes are glued to his chest and I'm intertwining my fingers as I utter those words.

I am challenging the Alpha.

An abominable thing for me to do, but I won't die. without at least trying to save myself.

"I commend your efforts for trying to change my mind about having this duel with you. However, my mind has been up. I'm having this duel with you, Everyone here speaks very highly of your skills. Even Kyle himself has persuaded me time and again to do this with you so I see for myself what they are all talking about, so I have finally decided to swallow my pride and do as told." My eyes flick around and I'm inwardly cursing everytime I accepted their praises about my skills.

I wish I could turn back the hands of time and

pretend to be the weakest weakling in this place so this moment will never come.

"But... you'll crush me." I whimper.

"Only if you let me."

Only if I let him?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I shudder with fear when he gestures for me to get into the circle.

"After you." His emotionless voice instructs. I give Delta Kyle a hard glare before stepping Into the circle. He's the reason why this is happening. If he had not challenged Alpha Reagan, I would not be about here, about to face my end.

die, I swear I'm going

the circle. He's standing a few meters away from me, both hands behind his back. and his feet slightly apart.

your safeword, don't

"Strawberry?"

the sleeves of both sides of his tracksuit up to sticking points on both his elbows and bundles his fists in a blow. I clear my throat and do the same, taking a defensive pose. "You will be attacking, Ashanti." He points out. I swallow and nod my head, changing

fear is blinding

of your head and attack me. I'm just like any other soldier you've had a duel

still trying to find the perfect opportunity to strike

unaware.

what?" His body relaxes. "I don't have two horns on my head, do

Got it!

like a mons..." A heavy blow in his rips cuts off his words and I'm about to drive another fists into his jaw, but he holds my hand midway and flips me in the air, putting me on my back on the floor. One hand on my right arm is enough to nail

down at

in order to launch your attack." "I couldn't see any weakness. I had to improvise." "Which is impressive." He lets go of my arm and I instantly jump on my feet, feeling more courageous and ready to go at him. "Improvise

And he was right.

no weakness I

blows, I'm panting and angry because I haven't made his back touch the floor even

happened to me before. I always make my opponent touch the floor at least two times. My pride

was impressive. Now I understand what the

it's not!" I stubbornly deny it. "You beat me ten

ten rounds. Most people

sixth round. It's not always about winning. Resilience has a big role to play in the battle

of being resilient when

shut. "You are amazing." Something like a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but the dissapears the moment it forms, but I know it was there. I consider that

step out of the

to the floor, but the within a second, the tables turn and I'm the one spinning in the air and landing on the floor. My eyes shut close and a scream escapes

falls on soft flesh that cubes