Chapter 45

Seris’s POV

I spun on my heel, barely escaping the fist aimed straight at my head. My body tensed as I rolled backward, my mind racing to predict his next move. Adrenaline sharpened my senses—every muscle coiled, every breath deliberate. As he lunged again, I ducked under his swing and countered with a solid punch to his gut. He absorbed it without so much as a wince—just as I’d expected. With my final reserve of skill, I dropped to the floor and swept my leg in a low arc, knocking him off balance until he slammed onto the training mat with a thud.

“Finally, someone beats the king!” Virella cried, clapping wildly from the sidelines. Her applause echoed through the hall, and a few of the other pack members cheered in agreement. I smiled, pushing myself to my feet, sweat gleaming on my skin.

Rhett, the Delta, smirked at Ronan, giving him an exaggerated bow. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Your Highness,” he teased. “I think I can take you on now.”