66. The Challenge

Angeline

Aaron burst into laughter, his fist coming along my chin and wrapping it in a forceful grip.

“Who do you think you are, little bitch? You cannot challenge me for my title. This is my pack and you are nothing more than a whore!” He barked out, his eyes gleaming with a threat.

He didn’t scare me. I’ve fought demons, and Aaron was nothing but a narcissistic-poodle compared to Elijah and his gang.

I simply laughed at his menace, he wanted to play psycho, I would give him full-blown lunacy.

As soon as my laughter stopped, I glared at him, gritting out, “let go of me! My challenge was posed.”

“You cannot think you can challenge me!? No one has the right—” someone cleared their throat, interrupting Aaron’s growling number.

“Miss Chantara is legally allowed to challenge you, Alpha Aaron,” she said.

I turned to look at the owner of the voice, to meet a tall she-wolf whose sleeves had a bright and clear navy blue and golden heraldic of the Royal Pack.

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