Paxton and I traded a furious and frustrated look. Lust still swam in our blood, and the mating frenzy raged within us, uncaring that the situation had changed and it would be hard to continue under the dire circumstances.
CHAPTER 20
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His amber eyes searingwith murderous rage, Axel lunged at his father, thrusting his longsword toward Ares’s chest to impale the god’s heart.
The God of War ducked like a flash and shoved away his son’s blade with his gold shield made by the God of Blacksmiths as he propelled his spear toward Axel’s throat.
“No!” I cried in fear and fury as I charged toward Ares to defend my mate.
But Axel twisted away easily, brought his blade from the side, and rammed it into Ares’s spear.
Father and the son charged, parried, and crashed in a flurry of movement. Steel crossed and fists pounded.
Ares laughed. “I taught you well, son.”
“You tortured my mate.” Axel spat with hatred. “You nearly killed her, motherfucker! I’m going to kill you for what you did to her.”
“The title is quite fitting,” Ares said with an ironic smirk. “I did fuck your mother, and you’re the unfortunate result.”
Axel leapt, bringing his sword down toward Ares’s head to split it into two. Ares slammed his shield toward his son’s blade, but Axel changed the direction of his attack. His long sword made an arc and sliced from Ares’s shoulder to his arm guard.
Blood spilled from the god.
Ares snarled, wheeled, and thrust his spear toward Axel’s chest, aiming for his son’s heart. Axel bent backward, shooting his foot out, and kicked Ares in his kidney.
Ares staggered back. “I’ll finish you off today, you ungrateful brat.”
Axel hissed back. “And I’m going to cut you into pieces and eat your heart. You made an enemy out of me the moment you laid your claws on my mate.”
They crashed into each other, drawing blood once again. When they separated, the war god stabbed his spear toward his son’s eyes.
The sadist fucker wanted to blind my mate.
Axel lashed out his hand, faster than light, and caught the shaft of the spear, the spearhead two inches from his left eye.
Héctor zoomed in to them, sailing his broad blade toward Ares’s neck.
“Guard our mate!” Zak shouted at Paxton as he flew toward Ares, too, his sword raised high.
I did not need to be guarded. I was not a damsel, as I had told them hundreds of times. I wanted my share of stabbing my enemies in the back.