The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
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Chapter 13: a getaway
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“Did she like the books, then?”
Clang.
Mattel grits his teeth and just barely manages to bring his sword up in time to avoid an untimely and particularly grisly death at the edge of Lionel’s blade.
His personal bodyguard and head of his military team- as per usual - is in irritatingly top form, as he whirls elegantly in circles around Mattel.
Mattel’s a skilled swordsman, and easily one of the most talented even among Lionel’s army’s ranks, but Mattel himself has always been in a league of his own.
On most days, it’s the reason why Mattel chooses Lionel to be his sparring partner, to keep his skills sharp.
On days like today, however, all it does is irritate his nerves at the beaming smile the Commander wears while they spar, as if it takes no effort at all to pummel Mattel to the ground.
“I would think so, yes,” Mattel huffs, more out of breath than he cares to admit. He ducks, just a second before Lionel’s blade goes flying ri
