Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 325:

“Get up,” I growled, stepping back and tossing a dagger at his feet. “You wanted this? Then let’s fucking have it.”

Aiden glanced at the dagger, then back at me, his smirk fading into something darker. “A fight? Is that what you’re offering, brother?”

“No,” I said, my voice cold and steady. “A fucking war.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his eyes narrowing. Then he bent down, picking up the dagger and twirling it between his fingers.

“Fine,” he said, his tone casual but his gaze sharp. “But let’s make it interesting, shall we? Winner takes the pack. Loser… well.” He grinned. “We won’t have to worry about that, will we?”

I chuckled, low and humorless. “The pack?” I spat, shaking my head. “I don’t give a fuck about the pack. Take it. Burn it. I don’t care.” His grin faltered, just slightly.

“All I care about,” I continued, stepping closer, my voice dropping, “is making you pay for every single thing you’ve done. For what you’ve taken from me. For Jasmine.”

Aiden’s smirk returned, sharper than ever. “Oh, so this is about her. Figures. She’s the only thing that ever mattered to you, isn’t she?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled, the rage building in my chest like a tidal wave.

“Hit a nerve, did I?” he taunted, his grin widening. “Poor Ryder. Can’t handle the truth, can you?”

I didn’t give him the chance to say anything else. The fight was on.noveldrama

RYDER POV

The moment he lunged at me, it was like a fuse being lit. Everything in me ignited—every muscle, every nerve, every ounce of rage I’d been holding back.

Aiden moved fast, but I was faster. My fist collided with his ribs, and the satisfying crack of bone filled the air. He stumbled back, his breath hitching, but the bastard still managed to grin.

“Finally,” he rasped, straightening up. “I was starting to think you’d lost your edge.”

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“Shut up and fight,” I growled.

He didn’t need a second invitation.

Aiden came at me again, his dagger slicing through the air. I ducked, barely missing the blade as it whistled past my ear. My wolf was pacing inside me, snarling, howling, urging me to end this.

“Not yet,” I muttered under my breath, dodging another swing. “He’s going to feel this.”

I grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard until the dagger clattered to the ground. Aiden growled, shifting his weight and slamming his shoulder into my chest. The impact knocked me back, but I held my ground, grabbing him by the throat and shoving him against the nearest tree.

“You think this is a game?” I hissed, my grip tightening. “You think you can walk back into my life and destroy everything I’ve built? Everything I fucking care about?”

Aiden’s laughter was hoarse, but it didn’t stop.

“Care about?” he choked out. “Don’t pretend, brother. We both know you’ve always been good at taking what doesn’t belong to you.”

I growled, my fingers twitching with the urge to snap his neck right then and there.

“Do it,” he taunted, his voice low and mocking. “Come on, Ryder. Show me what kind of Alpha you really are.”

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