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beside Natasha’s still body
and then turned to smile at me. “You knocked her out cold. I’m
impressed.”
Ares wrapped his arms around me and exhaled.
His magic wrapped around me like the warm hug he was holding me in
and calmed me. “Artemis, relax. You know I would never, could
never, cheat on you. Especially not with a trashy woman like
Natasha.”
I turned around slowly and asked, “Is she
one of your former flings?”
“Yes, but I never felt anything for
her.”
Natasha moaned and started to sit up. “You
bitch. You’ll pay for that.”
Koda picked Natasha up and started carrying
her downstairs. “Time to go.”
Natasha struggled against him, but decided
instead to turn towards me. “You don’t deserve Ares! You don’t
deserve to be in this pack! I challenge you! Accept, you
coward!”
Ares opened his mouth to speak, but I spoke
up before he could. “A challenge for what?”
Her eyes brightened happily. Ares shook his
head, Koda’s mouth gaped open and Achilles walked inside the front
door, staring at our group. Natasha pulled out of Koda’s arms and
glared at me. “A fight to the death. Winner gets Ares and his
pack.”
“Artemis, stop this, you can’t…” Ares
began.
“I accept,” I said over Ares’ words.
Ares stared at me in complete and udder
shock, as did Achilles and Koda. Natasha nodded her head. “In three
days at noon, meet me at the fountain.” She winked at Ares and then
jogged out of the house.
Ares’ anger had been building since I had
accepted and as soon as she was gone he turned on me and yelled,
“What are you thinking?! Do you realize what you just did?!”
He’d never been mad at me before and it took
all of my courage not to cower. “I’m protecting my place. All of
the women here don’t believe I should have you as a mate. I’ve been
attacked and insulted and I’m tired of it. I’m going to prove, once
and for all, that I’m your mate and I’ll die to keep that
title.”
Ares roared in anger, “Did you think what
would happen if you lose?” He stormed down the stairs without
looking at me again.
Achilles was glowing and glaring at Ares.
“You let her accept?!”
Ares moved faster than my eye could track
and suddenly had Achilles pinned to the wall of the entryway. “I
DID NOT LET HER! SHE DID IT HERSELF!”
Achilles shoved Ares back, flinging him into
the other wall. “You should have stopped her!”
Ares screamed and charged at Achilles, who
charged at him, glowing brighter and brighter. The sound of their
hits was like a jack hammer on concrete and soon I was covering my
ears. Koda and Matt rushed into the fight and tried,
unsuccessfully, to stop them. The metallic taste of blood hit my
tongue from the air and my senses finally returned. I rushed down
the stairs and threw my self between the two men. Ares’ fist
stopped an inch away from my face and both men took a few steps
away from me.
“Stop it. Both of you! I chose this and none
of you could have stopped me. Stop fighting!” The words came out
loud and strong, like a drill sergeant ordering their cadets. I
looked from one angry set of eyes to another and noticed that both
had a split lip, but no other damage seemed present. “Please, don’t
fight.”
Ares growled and stormed out of the house,
walking towards the forest. Matt jogged after him silently.
Achilles walked away from me and towards the room he was staying
in. My legs started to give and only my arm reaching out and
hitting the wall saved me. Koda rushed forward and picked me up.
“Artemis?”
“I messed up, didn’t I?” I asked in a small
voice.
Koda nuzzled my cheek. “They’re just
worried.” Koda shut the front door and walked up the stairs,
keeping a tight grip on me.
“Are you mad at me too?”
He kept looking straight ahead, avoiding
looking at my face. “I don’t think you should have accepted her
challenge and I’m worried about the consequences. I am not mad at
you though. Just
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