Leon, whose shoulder had just been torn open, let out a furious snarl, his lion-like growl rumbling through the air as his golden eyes locked onto Addison. Rage surged within him; he hated this, every second of it. He wanted nothing more than to rip her apart, but he couldn’t, not when she was supposed to be his new bride. Gritting his teeth, he fought to rein in his fury, trying to reason with himself. But Addison was like a loose cannon, wild and unrelenting. Her mind held only one goal: to kill Leon.
Leon swiped his hand, aiming to strike Addison and knock her back, anything to stop her from going berserk. But Addison, swift and agile, easily evaded the blow and lunged again, sinking her fangs into his side and tearing off another piece of flesh. Leon let out a roar, this time not just of frustration, but of genuine pain.
He was no stranger to pain; he’d been through countless battles, bled in wars against other races, endured wounds most wouldn’t survive. As a shifter, he healed fast, and over time, pain had become something he barely noticed.
But this... this was different.
The pain was sharp, searing, and far too real. With every bite Addison took, the pain intensified, almost unnatural in its depth. It wasn’t just physical, there was something deeper, something that bypassed his endurance and clawed straight into his nerves. He tried to blame it on stress, on being emotionally stirred by Addison’s actions, but the truth gnawed at him like her teeth on his flesh.
For the first time in a long time, Leon felt truly vulnerable. And it enraged him.
He wanted to tell Addison to stop, but in his beast form, there was no way to communicate with her. And if he dared shift back into his human form, he had a strong feeling that she wouldn’t hesitate. She’d go straight for his throat.
For the first time, a flicker of unease settled in his chest.
Their fight had gone on for longer than he expected. Blood soaked his fur, the wounds piling up one after another. His pristine white coat was now matted and crimson, a testament to how viciously Addison was fighting.
Around him, the once-thunderous cheers of the Tigren warriors began to fade. Confusion clouded their expressions as they watched their mighty Chieftain, an undefeated warrior, struggle to land even a single blow.
Why was he losing ground?
Why couldn’t he stop her?
The questions hung heavy in the silence as their voices died in their throats.
"What’s going on? Why isn’t our Chieftain fighting back?" one of the Tigren warriors muttered in confusion.
Levi let out a cold sneer. "It’s not that he won’t fight back, it’s that he can’t fight back. There’s a difference," he said dryly, voice laced with sarcasm. "Maybe get your eyes checked if you can’t tell the difference."
His remark stung. The Tigren warrior’s jaw tightened, clearly offended, but he couldn’t find a good comeback, because deep down, he knew Levi had a point.
Then another Tigren piped up defensively, trying to save face. "Our Chieftain can fight back! He’s just holding back because he cherishes his new bride. He’s letting her vent. That’s how doting he is. There’s no way anyone could overpower our God of War so easily."
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