Page 69 of Spike

"Now it's just the two of us," Spike declared. "There's no need to involve innocents in our fight. I challenge you to a one-on-one duel, Jack. Just you and me."

Murmurs erupted among Jack's pack mates as Spike's challenge hung in the air.

I could see the conflict in Jack's eyes—the clash between his pride and the practicality of the situation.

In that moment, I knew Spike had made the right move. Jack's ego wouldn't allow him to refuse a direct challenge, especially not from my mate.

“Fine, I'll deal with you once and for all, bear," Jack said with a sneer.

The tension in the air crackled as Spike and Jack squared off, their gazes locked in a fierce stare-down.

Without a word, the two alphas took off their clothes and shifted into their animal forms.

My heart raced in my chest as I watched from the sidelines, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the duel. Of course, I had no doubts my mate would win but who knew what tricks Jack had under his sleeves?

Growling, Spike lunged forward, his massive claws slashing through the air as he aimed for Jack's throat.

Jack met the attack head-on, his sharp teeth bared in a menacing snarl as he countered with a powerful swipe of his own.

The clash of fur and muscle filled the air as the two alphas locked in a brutal battle.

I couldn't help but cheer on my mate, my voice rising above the din of the fight as I urged Spike on with every ounce of my being.

He fought with savage efficiency, instincts honed to perfection as he dodged and weaved, landing blow after punishing blow on his opponent.

But Jack was no easy adversary. Jack unexpectedly matched Spike's every move, his own brute strength proving to be a formidable match.

The fight raged on, each combatant refusing to back down as they traded blow after bone-crushing blow.

With every passing moment, the intensity of the battle only seemed to escalate, driving both fighters to the brink of exhaustion.

As the fight reached its climax, my heart pounded in my chest with anticipation.

Spike seemed to be gaining the upper hand, as he backed Jack to a corner. Hope surged within me as I dared to believe that victory was within our grasp.

But just as Spike appeared to be on the brink of triumph, a sudden, gut-wrenching fear gripped me as I saw Clive sneaking up behind him.

Without a moment's hesitation, I screamed out a warning, and sprinted towards my mate.

“Gray, no!” Nitro yelled behind me but I ignored his warning.

It was too late. Before I could reach Spike, Clive launched himself at Spike, his claws extended and ready to strike.

Desperation surged through me as I realized I couldn't reach Spike in time to defend him from Clive's attack.

But then, in a stroke of unexpected fortune, a massive shadow fell over the battleground.

Draven had returned. He swooped down from above. For a moment, I feared the worst, thinking that Draven had come to aid Jack in his fight against Spike.

To my surprise, Draven's target was not Spike—it was Clive. With a powerful swipe of his clawed hand, Draven knocked Clive aside, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap.

Clive didn’t get up again and I knew the force of the blow must’ve killed him.

Relief flooded through me as I realized that Draven had intervened to protect Spike, not to harm him. He had regained controlled of his body.

Jack let out a furious growl, his eyes blazing with rage at the unexpected turn of events. He glanced down at the pendant that had fallen to the ground when he shifted.

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