When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

The barghests run out of the circle to flee for their lives and the whistle blowers stop when they we Alpha is down-

“Keep blowing the damn whistles!” Flora screams from the top of the staircase when she sees one swipe of Emris’s claw.

“Get up!”

Emris sharply says.

Lake gets up. Angry. His chest heaving. His blood already trying to knit the wound closed.

The Lycan didn’t calculate this moment so it makes him uneasy. He’s thinking now spinning, wrambling trying thread he dropped. But Emris is already firing blows. Clawing him from flesh to bone and even when Lake hits that would drop a bear…..Emris just keeps coming.

It’s like the Trybrid has an answer for everything.

Every punch gets caught. Every claw gets blocked. Every desperate, angry swing meets empty air while Lane’s conte lands somewhere vital. The slits in Emris’s eyes are like a predator’s pupils and it’s unlike anything Lake has faced sets

The trick Lake depended on failed.

And failure makes Lake look weak.

In anger…the blind, stupid anger of a wolf. who realizes he’s losing. Lake tears his shirt from his body like paper Lycan sigil branded over his heart. It becomes a combat between warriors meeting as equals.

But it’s not equal.

It’s never been equal.

They come together…hand to hand, claw to claw, bone to bone. The screech of claws raking across flesh. Like is strong is fast. Lake is everything a Lycan should be.

But Emris’s regeneration is working better.

The gashes on his arms seal before Lake can press the advantage. The bloodstops flowing almost before a starta. wound Lake inflicts is a wound that vanishes, while every wound Emris inflicts stays open, weeping hurting kons found angles. There were moments where the crowd couldn’t fully track what was happening, the speed of making the individual components blur into a single continuous violent event

The crowd watches in horror.

And then-

CRACK

Everyone hears it and this time it’s the sound of Lake’s knee on the ground where Emns sets han Tensespach took cause Emris got bored and he decided to end the child’s play

Lake is on his knees with arms hang limp at his sides. His chest has wounds that won’t chose yet the cred. Fir Emris stands over him, fangs out. One bite. That’s all it would take. One bite, and Loke would carry a wound tha never heal until he dies.

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Chapter 192

Flora acrrame from the rooftop

She runs all the way down in the dress, through the broken champagne glases

Tmns Emns don‘

She looks around wildly searching for someone anyone who can stop this. Her eyes land on Demetra The Land of the Black Covenant Park

Dr–Demetra, right? Flora stumbles toward her “Please Please tell your mate not to hurt my son. Please

Demetra, who had been frightened in the first seconds doesn’t say anything

As a Luna, this is the pack’s enemy. That’s the only way she can look at it

“Kneel and beg for your life” Emris says and Lake’s shoulders shake.

“Lake Lake, beg him!” Flora is crying now, tears cutting tracks through her makeup.

“Every Zeta in this vicinity gets on their knees. Because in two seconds, I turn this place into a graveyard.”

The Zetas looked at Emris and they see a true Alpha.

And they see a true Alpha.

They followed the Lycan because they believed he was more powerful. They pledged their loyalty to Lake because he promised them victory, promised them a future where they stood on the winning side. But now? Now their champion won his knees in a pool of his own blood, and the Trybrid is standing over him like a statue of judgment.

One by one, and then all at once, the Zetas went to their knees.

They put a hand to their chests as a sign of allegiance that says they surrender and recognize who rules the pack.

Now, the only person who hasn’t begged for his life is Lake himself. And he knows they both know that Emris won’t repeat himself. The option to even beg for his life is mercy in itself.

Lake looks at his mother. He looks at the Zetas with their hands on their chests and their eyes on someone else. He look us the ground beneath him and at the blood that had come from his own body and pooled there.

“Pl-” His voice comes out wrong the first time. He stops. “Please.” He raises his eyes to Emiris all the way up. Dont de 15 Please”