As the sun rose the next day a lot of people gathered around the courtyard to see Ashton get his ass handed to him in a duel with Donovan. Most if not the entire city had gathered there as if it wasn’t a duel but a festival.

Ashton was still in his room preparing a strategy to overcome the challenge in front of him. But no matter what he thought, he could not think of one way where he would come out victorious. Last night for different because for starters it was ‘night’ and not day.

Thus he was able to use his strength to its fullest. Whereas now, he was supposed to fight Donovan under the bright sky. This would definitely put him in an even more disadvantageous situation as his stats would get reduced thanks to the sun.

Then there was the fact that Donovan was arguably the second strongest werewolf in the city after the mistress herself. He had been groomed to be a knight like no other. Ashton had once even seen him spar against a dozen elite bodyguards on his own and Donovan still came out on top.

With these things in mind, the situation was looking grim for him. However, the thing troubling him the most was that, well, he wasn’t even aware of the reason why Donovan wanted to fight with him in the first place?

As far as he could remember, Ashton didn’t think he had offended someone of Donovan’s calibre recently. Even last night he only acted in self-defence by kicking him. Back then Ashton had thought Donovan was trying to test his awareness like he had done many times before.

But he was wrong, Donovan literally wanted to stab him, and that fact baffled Ashton to no limit. In his eyes, Donovan was acting in his place. After all, if anyone should be attacking the other, it should have been Ashton as a way to take revenge for all the hurt and pain he had been subjected to over a couple of months.

‘That dude had way too big of an ego. Maybe be I did something to not physically hurt him but hurt his ego instead?’ Ashton thought to himself when he heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door and was surprised to see the mistress standing there. In her hands were weapons and light armour that he was supposed to wear for the duel. She herself was wearing quite extravagant black clothes that tightly hugged her curves.

For the first time, Ashton knew why the heck did the wolves always acted in heat around her. Before he got too lost thinking about her, he shook her head and snapped out of her charm. As the system informed him that he was under her spell.

‘Even now… this bitch is trying to seduce me. Why the hell does she have to do this every single day?’

If it wouldn’t have been for the undead genes in his body, Ashton would have given up the urge to hold back against the mistress’s charm and began acting like a dog in the heat. Just like everyone else.

Little did he know, the more he resisted it, the more she wanted to force him. Which was indirectly the reason for Donovan to despise him and hence was the reason for their duel.

Donovan was least interested in humiliating a kid in front of the entire city. However, at that moment, Ashton was not a kid in his eyes but a competitor who could potentially steal his mate. For someone as possessive as him, it didn’t matter what Ashton said, Donovan would not believe him either way.

Thus, by this duel, Donovan was hoping to establish himself as the primary and only mate deserving the Mistress’s affection. After all, he was better than Ashton in every way and if he had to do something like a duel to make the mistress love him again then so be it.

Ashton was oblivious to all these things as he had spent his entire life leaving in an enclosure where they did not have the freedom to even process their emotions properly, without being exposed to the disgusting eyes of the guards.

“Thanks.” Ashton took the gears and turned around to get changed.

He wanted to close the door as well, but the mistress had already made herself comfortable on his bed. So, there was no point in closing the doors anymore as the servants would only use spread unnecessary rumours about the two of them.

He could feel the mistress’s eyes on him but he didn’t care. It wasn’t the first time that he was changing clothes in front of someone. The guards back at the enclosure always liked to ‘watch’ them anyways.

“Hm… you scars look nice. Gives you a bit of a rowdy look.” The mistress said while googling at him.

“All thanks to you.” Ashton gave her a reply and finished dressing up.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” Saying so the mistress got up and left the chamber leaving Ashton confused as to why she came there in the first place.

“These people are weird….”