My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 103

　　However, that was what she wanted him to think. She quickly slid on the snowy floor as he was about to grab her, straying from his reach. She managed to bypass him, now behind. Without hesitation, she raised her leg to hit him, but he dodged instantly.

　　Roxanne used this momentum to rise and bring up with her an uppercut. Damien dodged, with his chin barely escaping her attack. He took a few steps back and created distance between the two of them.

　　“How do you like that?” Roxanne smiled.

　　“Not bad… But that can’t be all you have, right? I’m barely even using my Werewolf abilities here. This is supposed to be a Werewolf fight. It makes no sense if you can’t drive me to the point of using mine” Damien grinned.

　　“You…” Roxanne gritted her teeth.

　　"Tick Tock, tick-tock," He said playfully.

　　She had just had enough of his taunts. Roxanne's eyes glowed blue and she released the pent-up emotions she felt within her. She could feel strength welling up within her. She felt stronger, faster… She could feel her surroundings even more. Using this, she became more confident that she could at least land a hit.

　　With a dash, she quickly closed the distance and raised her fist to hit Damien. Her hand closed in on his face and drew nearer without any resistance on his part.

　　“Yea! I got him!” Roxanne thought.

　　Her fist hit something. It wasn't his face though… Rather, it was his palm. Roxanne's eyes widened as she stared unbelievably at Damien. His palm had blocked her first at the last moment, without any hint of doing so the moment before.

　　“S-So… So fast!” Roxanne muttered.

　　She couldn’t even see his movement as he blocked her hit. One moment his hands were down and she had secured her win, and the next his palm was up.

　　“Your blow is soft… Is that the strongest you can make it?” Damien commented, his glowing green eyes looking down on her.

　　“This guy… Even if he is mom's mate, I just can’t stand him!” Roxanne grumbled within herself.

　　He didn’t acknowledge her, something she found irritating. She remembered back when they first met, and the pitiful display she had shown him. She was flustered then and couldn’t fight well.

　　“He must think that’s how I fight normally!” Roxanne feared.

　　She thought she now had a chance to prove to him that she wasn’t so weak, but even now he dominated her with such ease. Was there really no way she could show him just how good she was, or was this the difference in level that she could never match up to?