My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift novel Chapter 112

　　Rita knew fully well why Asher would win the fight. Not only did he have peak combat and sensory prowess among the werewolves, but he also had something else, something different.

　　“Ancient Werewolf Art…”

　　“Domination!”

　　“Awooooo!!!!!” Asher howled.

　　Immediately, every single Hunter trembled in his presence, unable to do much else. Their bodies didn’t listen to them as they froze before him.

　　They had looks of horror and unspeakable despair as they watched Asher grin widely at them. Some peed their pants as a result of the fear that overwhelmed them

　　"N-No… Please… Oh, God…. No!!!!"

　　Asher made short work of them, tearing them limb from limb. Their bones crunched, their necks snapped, their flesh tore, their blood poured, raining down on Asher's savage form. His eminence overshadowed everything, it was primal, raw… A true monster!

　　“My, my… Looks like the fun is over! Asher's here, so everything is a wrap. This is surprising though, to think he made it all the way here from such a distance… Incredible. Asher, you truly are amazing," Larry muttered as he watched the scenery from afar.

　　He was sitting on a tree and observed everything that happened from a safe distance. He had a smile on his face as he obviously enjoyed the entertainment the deaths of the Hunters and Werewolves alike provided him.

　　Suddenly, a sound came from behind him. It sounded like footsteps. Larry smiled since he already knew who it was.

　　"Y-You… You planned all of this, didn't you? How could you do something like this? To your kin, how could you…?!"

　　Camilla looked at Larry with a disdainful expression. Tears were evident in her eyes, for even she could not have imagined such horror to have occurred. She looked at him from the foot of the tree. With hate and spite, she glared.

　　“Sigh, what’s all the fuss about?” Larry said slowly.

　　“Just a few of them actually died. We werewolves have an amazing recuperating ability, so unless we are actually stabbed in the heart or beheaded, we won’t die. You should know this, Camilla, ``he added.

　　"U-Unbelievable… You…" Camilla muttered in shock. Was this even a person?

　　“Besides, this is merely the first phase. You can’t back out now. We’re already both culprits in this grand scheme.” Larry said, jumping down from the tree branch, landing on the tip of his toes, barely making a sound.

　　Camilla wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. She merely swallowed her words and looked helpless.

　　“Good girl. Now then, we better get out of here. It won’t do well for us to be seen together, so I’ll take my leave first.” Larry grinned in amusement.

　　He walked past her, and after taking a few steps, he paused and turned back to face her.

　　“Don't worry Camilla, I’ll definitely make your ambitions a reality… Though after witnessing this, I can’t imagine why you would still want to go for it… Being the wife of such a beast, how scary”

　　After he was done with his words, Larry left her alone.

　　She looked devastated and helpless. There was nothing she could do. She had an air of regret over her.

　　“Father… Is this really… The path I should take?" She muttered.