Desired By Three Alphas; Fated To One novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: The Fight

Hailee’s POV

For a long moment, no one moved. The crowd watched in silence, waiting to see what would happen.

Montana still stood there, her sword raised, her smirk widening. "What’s wrong?" she called out, her voice loud and full of mockery. "Too afraid to face me?"

The people around her laughed quietly.

I felt my jaw tighten.

Before I could answer, Callum stood up beside me. His voice was calm but firm—the kind that carried power even without shouting. "Hailee doesn’t need to prove herself to anyone," he said.

He stepped forward, eyes locked on Montana. "This is a festival, not a battleground. Enough games."

But Montana didn’t lower her sword. Instead, she tilted her head, her smile widening. "Oh, come now, Alpha," she said sweetly, though her tone dripped with venom. "I’m only having a little fun. Unless..." She turned her eyes to me again, her grin cruel. "Unless your guest really can’t fight."

The crowd gasped softly.

Callum’s eyes darkened, but I placed a hand on his arm before he could say anything. Inside, I scoffed.

Montana had no idea who she was talking to.

My powers might be gone, my wolf silenced, but my fighting spirit wasn’t. I started training when I was just three—before I could even read properly. Swords, daggers, hand-to-hand—I learned it all.

Montana didn’t know who she was picking a fight with.

Maybe it was time she learned.

I met her eyes, holding her gaze steadily. "You really want this?" I asked quietly.

Her smirk deepened. "Oh, I’d love nothing more."

I could hear the murmurs rising again. People were whispering, curious, and excited.

I stood slowly, smoothing down the sides of my blue dress. Callum turned to me immediately, his eyes sharp. "Hailee," he warned softly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. "You don’t need to do this. Not for them. Not for her."

I gave him a small, calm smile. "I know."

But my eyes never left Montana.

Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was anger. Or maybe it was the fire that never really died inside me—the one that whispered I wasn’t as weak as they thought.

If Montana wanted a show, maybe it was time to give her one.

I took a single step forward. The crowd went silent again.

Montana’s smirk twitched, like she hadn’t really expected me to move.

"Fine," I said softly, my voice steady. "Let’s see what you got."

She pointed at the ground. "Pick your weapon," Montana sneered.

I walked to the rack and picked up a spear. It felt right in my hand. It has been so long.

Montana laughed. "I give you two minutes," she said.

I scoffed. "Twenty seconds," I told her. "That’s all I give you."

She curled her lip and glared at me with so much hate. The crowd watched, electric with noise. The boys stood at the edge of the circle, eyes wide.

She swung it in a practiced arc, like she wanted everyone to see how skilled she was.

I braced myself.

She lunged first. Fast. She aimed for my side.

I moved. My spear came up like a flash. I hit her arm, and the sword flew out of her hand. It spun through the air and landed with a clatter far from her reach.

People gasped so loud I heard it in my teeth. The elders fell silent. A few women gasped. My boys cheered like mad.

"Pick it up," I told her coldly. "Your twenty seconds aren’t over."

She blinked, furious and shocked. She ran to grab the sword anyway and came at me hard.

This time she was quicker. She swung low. I stepped, turned the spear, and used her momentum against her. With a strong twist, I sent the sword flying again — farther this time — so she could not reach it.

She stumbled back. I moved close. My spear tip touched the fur at her collar, right by her neck. If it were a real battle, I could have easily killed her right there.

"Your twenty seconds are up," I said. My voice was quiet, but everyone heard.

Montana’s face went white. The crowd was still. Even Callum’s jaw was tight. My boys were shouting happily. Montana lowered her eyes. She was trapped between pride and fear. Her chest heaved. The torchlight made the sweat on her brow shine.

I held the spear steady. I didn’t smile. I didn’t move. I waited.

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