Page 50 of Her Possessive Minotaurs

She’s a vision of fierce determination, her posture steady despite the chaos swirling around her. She’s wearing armor that Kael made for her with a bow and arrow. Laia’s one heck of a shooter. Any other day, I will love to have her guarding my back, but not today when we’re battling those that plan to do harm to her.

It’s too dangerous. But I still can’t help but want her more, pride blossoming in my very being.

Without missing a beat, she nocks another arrow and lets it fly. It pierces the throat of another dark elf with perfect precision, sending him crumpling to the ground.

“Told you I could fight,” she says, her voice steady.

A grin splits my face, blood dripping from my lip. “Guess we’ll see.”

She nods, her eyes flashing with resolve. There’s no time for more words; we dive back into the fray. Her arrows continue to fly, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

I can’t help but feel a surge of pride as I watch her fight beside us, proving she belongs here. The dark elves don’t stand a chance.

Thalos breaks through my thoughts, “What are you doing, Kael? Why did you bring her?”

Laia replies before Kael can, saying, “This is also my fight. In fact, I have to face them myself to move on from my past. Please allow me to fight side by side with you, my minotaurs.”

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KAEL

The clang of steel and the guttural cries of enemies surround me, but my focus narrows to a single point: Laia. My grip tightens on my axe, the handle slick with sweat and blood. The battlefield is a chaotic blur, the air thick with the scent of ash and death. Yet, through it all, my eyes remain fixed on her.

Laia moves with grace and precision, drawing her bowstring taut and releasing arrow after arrow. Each shot finds its mark in the chest of a dark elf, her face set in fierce determination. She’s become a warrior, but she’s still vulnerable. Every instinct in me screams to protect her.

A dark elf lunges at me from the side. I pivot, my axe cleaving through his torso with a satisfying crunch. But even as he falls, my gaze snaps back to Laia. She’s surrounded by three more elves, their blades gleaming menacingly.

“Laia!” I roar, surging toward her. Adrenaline rushes through my body as I swing my axe, taking down one of her attackers. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate—her next arrow is already nocked and aimed at another foe.

Thalos’s voice cuts through the din of battle, sharp and commanding. “Kael! Don’t leave her side. We’ll finish this faster if you stay with her.”

I nod, though he can’t see it amidst the chaos. “Understood!”

Another dark elf charges at Laia from behind. My blood runs cold. I leap forward, swinging my axe in a wide arc that catches the elf mid-stride. He crumples to the ground, his blade clattering uselessly beside him.

Laia turns, eyes wide, for just a moment before she nods in silent thanks. Her trust in me sends a surge of resolve through my veins.

We move together now—she fires arrows with deadly accuracy while I guard her flank, cutting down anyone who dares get too close. The battlefield may be chaotic, but our bond is unbreakable.

With each swing of my axe and each arrow she looses, we carve a path through our enemies. The fight rages on around us, but in this moment, we are unstoppable.

I will protect her with everything I have.

The battlefield swirls with chaos, but I keep my focus sharp. My heart pounds as I swing my axe, splitting my attention between cutting down enemies and guarding Laia’s flank. A dark elf lunges at her, his blade aimed for her side. I step in front of her, deflecting the sword strike with a grunt before driving my axe into the attacker’s chest. Blood sprays across my arms, but I barely notice.

Laia’s breath catches behind me, but she doesn’t falter. She nocks another arrow, her eyes scanning the battlefield with deadly intent. “Kael!” she calls, her voice taut with adrenaline. “Behind you!”

I pivot just in time, bringing my axe up to meet the blade of another dark elf who tried to flank me. The force of our clash reverberates up my arms, but I grit my teeth and push back.With a powerful swing, I cleave through his torso, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Grinning at Laia, exhilaration courses through my veins. “Good shot!” I shout over the din of battle. My chest swells with pride as I watch her take down enemy after enemy with terrifying precision. Each arrow she looses finds its mark, each movement calculated and deadly.

We move in unison now—a seamless dance of steel and arrows. My axe swings in wide arcs, cutting down any who dare approach while Laia’s arrows fly past me, striking true every time. The battlefield may be a chaotic blur, but together, we carve a path through our foes.

With every enemy that falls, our bond strengthens. The fight rages on around us, but here and now, we are an unstoppable force.

She’s quick, darting from cover to cover, and I’m always there, a shield at her back, my axe a brutal force that cuts through our enemies like a scythe.

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