Chapter 238 I’ll mate with you
Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Damon lunged forward, his eyes blazing with intent. Lucas was ready, his body moving in a fluid motion to counter the attack. The two collided with a force that sent shockwaves through the clearing, their muscles straining as they grappled for dominance. The air crackled with tension, and every onlooker held their breath, watching the fierce battle unfold.
They rolled across the ground,Kyra’s heart twisted painfully in her chest as she watched them fight, her hands trembling with fear and anxiety. She had known this moment might come, but seeing them locked in such a brutal struggle was far worse than she had imagined.
Damon’s smirk was cold, almost cruel, as he landed a solid punch on Lucas’s shoulder. The impact was enough to send a jolt of pain through Lucas’s body, momentarily weakening him. With swift, practiced movements, Damon used the advantage to force Lucas down, pinning him to the ground. He straddled Lucas’s chest, his hands clutching the fur-lined collar of Lucas’s clothes, holding him firmly in place.
"Is this all you’ve got, Lucas?" Damon taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. His silver eyes burned with a dangerous light, the thrill of the fight igniting something dark within him. "I expected more from you."
Lucas grimaced, the pain evident in his expression, but he refused to submit. "You’re underestimating me," he growled, his voice strained but defiant. He planted his feet against the ground, using every ounce of strength to push upward, twisting his body in a desperate attempt to throw Damon off.
But Damon was relentless, his weight bearing down on Lucas as he pressed him back to the ground. "You can’t win this," Damon growled, his voice low and menacing. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucas’s ear. "I’ll make sure you never lay a finger on her again. Ever." As he thought about them being together, their intimacy too close for his liking.
The crowd of onlookers watched in tense silence.
Kyra’s heart raced as she saw the fury in Damon’s eyes, the raw, unchecked anger that fueled his every move. She wanted to scream, to beg them to stop, but her voice was caught in her throat, the fear for both of them paralyzing her.
Lucas’s face contorted in pain, but he refused to give up. With a sudden, desperate burst of energy, he bucked against Damon’s weight, his arms straining as he pushed Damon to the side.
Damon stumbled, his grip on Lucas’s clothes loosening just enough for Lucas to roll away and scramble to his feet.