His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 708

Adrian POV

While Sinclair takes care of Candy, I fight Ronan. I never thought to piss him off first. This is something I learned from Sinclair. Taunting Ronan is helping in the fight.

As soon as Sinclair ripped out Candy’s throat, I laughed in Ronan’s face. “I guess you won’t have a young pussy to fuck anymore, Ronan. You got lucky because she was desperate.”

“CANDY!” Ronan screamed. “I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Sinclair screamed back. “THAT WAS FOR AMBER, ASSHOLE!”

Ronan growled, and I lunged for him. “You already took one mate from me. You don’t get to take another!”

“She was an excellent fuck, too. I always loved fucking she-wolves. They knew how to come and keep fucking bouncing,” he spat.

I growled and started punching him in the face. I forgot he had the hunter’s knife on him, and he sliced my forearm.

“ARGH!” I yelled.

“Adrian!” Sinclair panicked.

‘Stay back, Sinclair!’ I said in the link. ‘He’s mine!’

Ronan regained control of his stance and started swinging that fucking knife again. He looked calculating. Like he was waiting for something to happen, he lunged forward again, and I turned my body, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it behind his back. I twisted hard enough that his wrist snapped and the knife dropped.

Ronan screamed, then growled again. “Why the fuck are you still standing?! That’s a silver knife!”

So that’s what he was waiting for. He was waiting for the silver poisoning to kick in. I smirked at him. “Sorry to disappoint you, Ronan. Blackstone, Ironclaw, Blue Moon, and Rising Moon are immune to silver.”

“Impossible!” He yelled.

He lunged at me, and he is dense. He actually knocked me down. Even with a broken wrist, he is still landing some strong punches. I’m blocking him and fighting back, but I have been fighting for hours, and I haven’t been able to heal completely yet.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped him. Once I’m on top, I started landing blow after blow. There is no way I am going to let this fucker live past this fight. I’m extending my claw to rip his throat out when I feel something sharp pierce my side.

I sucked in a breath and looked at Ronan. He started laughing. “Did you really think that was my only knife?”

I fell back, and Sinclair saw me. She was about ready to run to me, but she stopped, shocked. That’s when I felt someone pull me off, Ronan. I was about to throw a punch, but I realized it was Aric.

“I got you,” he said.

“We got this,” I said, nodding.

He grinned and then looked down at Ronan. “Hello…Father.”

Ronan’s eyes widened. “Aric, what are you doing? Why are you helping him? I’m your Father?!”

“No. You killed my father. You killed my mother. You killed my sister, Iris. You tried killing Sinclair. You are no Father of mine!” Aric growled.

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