Chapter 189 What Just Happened?
Yet despite the savage assault, Leon didn’t strike back. Something in him hesitated. Addison’s earlier words echoed in his mind, holding him back. But his restraint didn’t matter to the three enraged male werewolves. Zion, Maxwell, and Levi weren’t interested in mercy. They weren’t going to stop, not when their mate had just been eyed to be claimed by another male right in front of them.
To Maxwell, Zion, and Levi, Leon had crossed the line, again and again, pushing at their limits, and now he’d finally stepped over it. This wasn’t just provocation anymore; it was outright offense.
Addison, quick on her feet, instinctively rolled back and leapt away from the chaos to keep her distance from the brawl. But before she could regain her bearings, she realized she was now surrounded by the very women who had been draped around Leon earlier.
They had fully shifted, their bodies now covered in sleek brown fur with vertical stripes like tigers, though their frames were more lion-like, larger, heavier, and exuding more raw strength. Their massive paws alone were bigger than Addison’s face. One wrong move, and a single swipe could kill her instantly.
For the first time in a while, a flicker of fear stirred in Addison’s chest.
"Rawr!" One of the Tigren women roared at Addison, baring her long, gleaming teeth as she and the others closed in, boxing her in from all sides. Before Addison could react, the Royal Advisor stepped in front of her protectively, he knew she couldn’t shift, and one hit from these Tigren could easily kill her. At the same time, Elric began chanting, his voice steady as he cast a defensive spell to shield her.
A powerful gust of wind suddenly swept through the tent as the four men clashed in the tight space. Leon, still in his humanoid form, hadn’t shifted yet, but even without fully transforming, he blocked every strike from Maxwell, Zion, and Levi using only his bare hands. The sheer force of their battle created shockwaves that rippled through the enclosure.
Despite the narrow quarters, Maxwell and Zion held their ground with their raw strength, their movements sharp and calculated. Levi, while not as physically powerful as the two, was holding his own with unwavering determination.
Then, a fourth wolf burst into the fray, Lance. He lunged at Leon from behind, managing to scratch his back. But the damage was shallow, barely breaking the skin. Leon turned his head slightly and smirked, a look of condescension that lit a fire in Lance’s eyes.
Being dismissed so easily, treated like a weakling, only enraged him further.