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.

I die, I swear I'm going to kill

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

know your

"Strawberry?"

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 my stance. With both fists clenched and away from my face, my left fist further in front, I try to read his body language. I try to look for a weakness, a point where I can strike, but no matter how hard I look, I

is blinding

get that fear out of your head and attack me. I'm just like any other soldier you've

back at him, still trying to find

unaware.

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

Got it!

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 me to the floor. I can't even

down at me and

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

and by the time the final whistle blows, I'm panting and angry because I haven't made his

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

I understand what the

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

resisted ten rounds. Most

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

the essence of being resilient when

you alive to fight another day." My mouth seals shut. "You are amazing." Something like a smile tugs at the corner of

him step out of the

it, my left arm is circling his right, while my right hand tries to flip his body over mine, 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 my throat as I prepare for the impact of my head hitting hard against

on soft flesh that cubes