The Alpha General's Substitute Bride
On a head-on rush, Archer let the ax get torn from his grip, feinting an opening.
His knee rocketed into Knox’s ribs.
The crack was ugly.
“Aaggr!” Knox’s breath exploded out of him, sweat breaking across his face.
He couldn’t keep up with the brutal pace.
He took advantage of the close quarters to take a cheap shot, stabbing his opponent with a hidden dagger.
His hand flashed, slashing across the enemy’s stomach with chilling speed.
Something hard and metallic stopped it short, nicking the blade and throwing sparks.
Before he could even curse, Knox saw a solid iron helmet slam into his own.