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Chapter 238: 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.
Damon was quick to recover, his expression darkening as he regained his footing. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing a faint trace of blood across his knuckles. The sight only seemed to stoke the fire in his eyes.
"You think you can keep her safe?" Damon sneered, his voice filled with bitterness. "You failed before, and you’ll fail again." Remind him that he’s already lost her once.
Lucas’s eyes flashed with anger at Damon’s words, and without hesitation, he lunged at Damon, his fists flying in a rapid series of strikes. The two of them clashed again, their bodies moving in a vicious dance of power and skill. Each hit echoed through the clearing, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mingling with the heavy breaths and grunts of exertion.
Kyra’s chest tightened as she watched them tear into each other, every blow landing with a sickening thud. The pain they were inflicting on each other felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside, her emotions a chaotic swirl of fear, helplessness, and an overwhelming desire to stop the madness.
For a brief moment, it seemed like Lucas might gain the upper hand. He landed a solid punch to Damon’s side, causing him to double over in pain. But Damon, driven by a mix of rage and desperation, pushed through the agony, using the momentum to swing a brutal punch at Lucas’s jaw. The impact was enough to send Lucas stumbling backward, his vision blurring as he tried to regain his balance.
Damon didn’t give him a chance to recover. He charged forward, his eyes wild and determined, closing the distance between them in an instant. He tackled Lucas to the ground once more, his hands wrapping around Lucas’s throat. His grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he poured all of his anger and frustration into the hold.
Kyra couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of Lucas growing weaker and weaker, his life slipping away before her eyes, was too much to bear. A sharp pain clenched her chest.
"STOP!" she screamed, her voice trembling with fear and fury. She couldn’t let this go on, couldn’t let Damon’s rage destroy everything she held dear. With tears brimming in her eyes, she ran toward them, her heart pounding in her chest, she didn’t even care about her beast shout in her head.
Damon’s grip on Lucas’s throat faltered at her voice, his intense gaze breaking as he turned to look at her.
Kyra spoke, her voice laced with desperation."You want to be my mate, right? Fine, Damon, you win. I’ll mate with you... just leave him alone," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion as she knelt beside Lucas, pulling his head into her lap. Her hands trembled as she stroked his hair, trying to soothe him, trying to heal him.
With a deep breath, Kyra closed her eyes and focused on the earth beneath her, the elements surrounding them, and the nature that connected everything together. She felt the energy of the ground, the steady heartbeat of the forest, and the life force flowing through the air. She channeled all of it into Lucas, letting the warmth of her power flow from her fingertips and into his body.
As she leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, she poured even more of her healing energy into him, willing the elements to mend his internal injuries. The familiar warmth of her touch, combined with the soothing power of nature, made the pain in Lucas’s body recede. He blinked up at her, the edges of his vision clearing as her face came into focus.
