Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 193: Pursued

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Angel might be able to hit me with ease, but for me, just going all out was not enough. I had to stimulate all my potential.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Angel charging at me again. My rational mind told me to jump to the left to avoid the attack, but my right claw was still hurting from Angel’s bite. I couldn’t muster any strength.

I had no choice but to stay put. Fortunately, this would also give me more time to anticipate Angel’s movements.

I looked up and saw Angel’s familiar disdainful gaze on her wolf again.

Seeing that her wolf claws were about to swing down again, I extended my two front claws and stood in a human posture, directly facing Angel’s attack.

Compared to the last time, I had a more intuitive understanding of Angel’s positive strength.

There was a loud bang where we collided. The force of Angel’s front was surprisingly strong. This was a force without any speed augmentation. I felt as if a thousand kilograms of stone was pressing against my front. Angel’s strength shook my front claws until they were numb, and I felt a slight numbness all the way down my front palm to my entire arm.

I had no choice but to leap back, avoiding a direct confrontation with Angel.

Angel continued her pursuit. With a brisk step, she tapped the ground with her front palm and rose into the air again.

This time, she was wary of me doing the same thing as before. She didn’t jump too high to avoid exposing her vulnerable abdomen to me. I couldn’t catch up to her speed. When I heard the sound of her front claws swinging again, I could only hurriedly extend my front claws to block her.

There was another bang, and the scene repeated itself.

I had just jumped away when Angel came after me again.

She looked like she was angered by my attack just now. In her eyes, rolling with me was somehow hurting her dignity. Every move she made was extremely ruthless, and every move she made was aimed at taking my life.

Bang, bang, bang. The sounds continued in the forest, but I gradually calmed down.

My stamina was depleting, but Angel must have consumed more energy than me to maintain such a high-intensity attack. With the certain gap in our foundation, it was very likely that Angel would still be able to continue attacking when I was exhausted. However, there was nothing to lose out by making such exchanges.

Until I found a better time and means to strike back at Angel, keeping things the way they were might not be a bad thing.

And I noticed that the direction of our fight was in the direction of where Donald was. Elizabeth had already gone to ask Donald for help. The closer we were to Donald, the more advantageous it would be for me.

But Angel clearly realized that this kind of attrition was disadvantageous to her. Her attacks became faster and more urgent. What was even more terrifying was that she broke away from the somewhat crazy state she had been in. Her moves became calmer and more methodical.

I was already struggling to resist Angel’s attacks. If this continued, I felt like I couldn’t hold on anymore.

Angel’s attacks were powerful and fast. I resisted them time and time again, but as time passed, the difference in our physical fitness became more and more obvious.

I had been worried about the pack’s safety and my separation from Donald recently. I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in the past two days. I was able to fight with Angel for so long because of Donald’s mark.

However, after fighting for a long time, some mistakes in judgment were inevitable. If I could completely fend off nine of Angel’s attacks in the beginning, then now, I could only accurately judge seven out of 10 of her attacks. The rest of the times, I was relying on hard resistance whenever she sent me flying.

Every time I was swept by her wolf claws, I would feel a burning pain in my body which affected my judgment of her next attack. I would fall into an even more passive situation.

Perhaps the only thing that could comfort me was that when Angel sent me flying, it allowed me to be one step closer to Donald.

But this could not go on.

If this continued, I would be torn apart by Angel before Donald could find me.

Once again, as Angel sent me flying backward, I thought,?What should I do? Fight Angel head-on…?

No, without a suitable opportunity, that would let her take the initiative again. This was different from the last time she had overturned me.

Last time, I still had the strength to break free of Angel, but this time, I didn’t have the stamina like before. And if this continued, I would only lose.

In my dilemma, I suddenly thought of the last time I fought with Angel at the training ground. Although the outcome was a failure on my part, Angel was restrained by me the last time.

No matter how skilled she was, as long as I was completely pressed against her, there was no room for her to maneuver. Although I was inferior to her in terms of physical fitness, she had to pay a huge price if she wanted to hurt me when we were close together.