Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate-Chapter 421 Duel
[Margaret’s Perspective]
Donald let go of my arm and stood up from the ground.
He took off his coat and draped it over my legs, his large hand gently caressing my ear and cheek, silently comforting my worried emotions.
I looked up at him, not quite understanding why he had to engage in a death battle with Henry right now, but I knew I couldn’t stop him, nor should I!
A battle between Donald and Henry seemed inevitable, an unchangeable matter for anyone.
I swallowed the words I wanted to use to persuade him further and softly said, "Be careful."
Donald looked at me and chuckled softly, responding gently, "You should trust your husband. I am the finest successor in the history of the Werewolf Royal Family. Killing a traitor who betrayed his own country, isn’t that a simple matter?"
Since our wedding in the Werewolf Royal City, Donald had rarely emphasized to others that I belonged to him. Henry’s behavior today seemed to have stimulated his highly sensitive nerve, proclaiming his ’sovereignty’—Donald is Margaret’s husband!
After speaking, he removed the pistol from his armed belt, handed it to me, and explained softly, "This gun is custom-made; it can easily penetrate those monsters’ skulls. Keep it on you for protection."
Upon hearing this, I took the gun, my brow slightly furrowed as I looked at Donald, who straightened up, turned around, and shifted. Naturally, his target was Henry, who had already lost some of his sanity across from us!
"Fine! Come and try! I want to see who is destined to die here today!" Henry began with a taunting jeer.
He lowered his lupine form menacingly, his red eyes swirling with murderous intent, as if they were about to spill out!
The Lycans blocking Donald’s path stepped aside one by one, allowing their most revered king to slowly approach the forefront of the formation.
Donald’s aura was chilling, his tall, strong figure stood at the front of the camp, a silver-white werewolf, the most noble and powerful in the werewolf world. He was like a peerless blade, sharp from battle, just his presence commanding respect and admiration.
Of course, Henry and Martha clearly did not belong to the vast majority.
"All show! I will kill you!" Henry, apparently very displeased with Donald’s posture, yelled fiercely and charged at Donald, swinging his claws as if he wanted to slash directly through Donald’s throat!
My heart raced, gripping the gun, slowly standing up from the ground.
Donald growled low in his throat, showing no signs of retreating or dodging. He slightly dipped his body and pounced a second before Henry reached him. The two gigantic wolves collided, engaging in a terrifying tangle and frantic biting and slashing in mere moments!
"Your Highness! Your body is too weak; you should sit down!"
I ignored Christian’s concern, stood straight, and watched the battle in the center of the arena intently.
I didn’t know if it was an illusion, but I felt that the color of Henry’s lupine form had become redder than before. As he entangled with Donald, that redness painfully stung my eyes!
A loud ’bang!’ sounded, and I saw their figures finally separate a bit. Donald stood in place, his voice a low rumble, and Henry was violently smashed against the wall on the side, cracking the dark, black stonewall.
The first round was undoubtedly won by Donald.
As he had said before, he was the finest successor in the Werewolf Royal Family, his lineage and combat abilities far surpassed Henry’s, let alone considering Henry’s current body and combat power had been acquired through improper means. How could he truly outmatch a lineage specially blessed and favored by the Moon goddess?
I should believe he could win this duel smoothly, but a restless unease fluctuated in my heart, as if something bad was about to happen.
I took a deep breath, watching intently as Donald and Henry tangled together again.
Henry’s left leg had two slashes from Donald’s claws, causing his step to tremble slightly as he retreated. This trembling was very brief and would surely go unnoticed without careful observation.
"His left hind leg is injured; don’t give him a chance to escape!" I shouted at Donald, gripping the gun with one hand, my expression tense as I watched the arena.
Donald naturally knew Henry’s injury better than I did. His gray-green wolf eyes full of a bloodthirsty murderous intent, he launched another attack on Henry, his body movements even more agile and fierce.
I had seen many battles between him and Henry before, but today was really different. Each attack they delivered used all their might, leaving no room for the other, truly desiring to bite through the opponent’s throat and see them dead by their own hands.
