My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. novel Chapter 577

My wolf and I crouch, ready to spring at just the right moment. This reminds me a little of the elite trials years ago. My head goes straight in the zone, this is nothing but a training exercise.

His movements are clumsy but better than what I expected. He aims to grab at my throat or my upper torso, I’m not really sure, but I grab one wrist and use his momentum to propel him down. His free arm grabs into my ponytail though and starts to pull me with him. We both roll to the far side of the rectangular room and I end up sandwiched between him and the wall, the air knocked out of my lungs.

It hurt for a minute, but I guess all the body slams I got from Wyatt paid off since I was able to recover pretty quickly and I kicked at his back to get him off of me. His hand is still tangled in my hair, but I don’t think it’s on purpose, he’s just an idiot. I grab at his wrist again and wrench it, pulling my snarled locks out of his fingers and hoping I dislocated something at the very least. I can’t hear much over the sound of my own pulse running through my body.

He turns to me and I take an elbow to the ribs. I grunt and hit the back of his head with the heel of my hand as hard as possible and then scramble to get up.

“I will never be with you. I will never mate with you. Your mother and your father will die for their crimes against wolves and witches and whoever else they caused harm by trying to take over.”

He is crawling, trying to reach for my legs. I kick out and stomp on one of his hands. I’m not quick enough this time and he grabs my ankle with his other hand and knocks me back on my ass before pulling me towards him.

“Never!”

The purple flame around Mike electrifies to a burgundy, and then a red, as his arms begin to raise, a spell is coming.

I open my hands to Mike, throwing him back into the wall where he leaves a crack and a dent where his head struck. He stands and charges again clearly not feeling the pain of his injuries. He’s not his own person anymore. I know he’s not making his choices on his own, and I feel heartbroken for him, he can’t even stop himself. I know what it’s like to not be wanted by a parent and in another life we probably could have been friends and bonded over that. I blast him back, one more time, hoping to knock him out. He stands and runs at us again. So this time when I aim, my wolf takes control and ignites the flame in my arm and shoots a bolt straight through his heart. Mike crumples to the ground but continues to try to move. It’s scary that Adrielle is still trying to move him around even though his brain and his heart are gone. His eyes are closed, but his body continues to writhe.