Weapon

Benard's POV

I looked on in admiration as my mate knocked out three Deltas. She was relentless, unyielding and very furious. She made fighting with one arm look so easy. The perfect mate for me.

Two more Deltas rushed towards her direction. They were trying to stop her from reaching me. She glared at me with murderous intent from across the room, making me smile and give her an air kiss. I don't know if that was helping.

She delivered a blow to the groin of one of the Deltas, making him double over in pain. Then she dragged him by his ears, hitting his head on a nearby table. The table shattered, and he was out like a lamp.

Many pack members exclaimed in surprise at the scene. I never felt so proud.

Rushing up to me, she grabbed me by the collar of my cloak, looking me dead in the eyes. She looked like she wanted so badly to say something.... probably a few strings of cuss words, but nothing came out of her mouth. I bet something can definitely go into that mouth though.

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