Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 145 You Made a Serious Mistake

Emily stood with her heart tangled as if gnawed by a thousand ants. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the agitated crowd and the obstinate Susan. The noise and bustle around her seemed to fade into the background, amplifying only the turmoil within her.

She didn’t want to fight Susan. Susan was still just an underage girl. How could she lay a hand on such a child? Emily frowned. She gazed at Susan’s combative yet somewhat youthful face, and a wave of pity washed over her.

This farce couldn’t be allowed to drag on.

Yet, the people around her thought otherwise. They were swept up in Dyson’s demagoguery, eager for a fierce duel. They raised their arms and waved them enthusiastically, chanting, "Duel, duel, duel," like a heavy drumbeat, constantly pounding on Emily’s nerves. Emily felt trapped in an invisible web, unable to escape.

As Emily struggled, Susan suddenly lunged at her. There was a hint of determination in Susan’s eyes as she sprang at Emily like a cheetah. The surrounding crowd erupted into exclamations, and for a moment, the atmosphere became incredibly tense.

Emily started and instinctively dodged Susan’s attack. A flicker of anger sparked in her eyes. How could the girl be so impulsive?

But she quickly regained her composure, knowing she couldn’t let Susan attack without retaliating. Emily gritted her teeth and resolved to fight back.

The tension in the air was palpable. Emily and Susan stood confronting each other, their eyes blazing with different intensities. Susan might not be Emily’s match, but her stubbornness and unyielding spirit kept her on the offensive. Her movements were swift and decisive, each defense made with perfect determination.

Emily had always chosen to flee. Her mind was a battleground of contradictions. On one hand, she didn’t want to hurt the underage girl; on the other, she had to fend off Susan’s wild attacks. Like a nimble swallow, she weaved between Susan’s strikes, timing each dodge perfectly.

The crowd gathered excitedly around them, their faces filled with anticipation and enthusiasm. They cheered Susan’s bravery and urged Emily to fight back. "Hit her! Fight back!" Their shouts echoed, as if the duel were the feast they had been anticipating.

Dyson, too, was heckling, a smug grin plastered on his face. He seemed to revel in the chaos, "Emily, you’re not scared of this little girl, are you?" His words pierced Emily like an arrow, further fueling Susan’s fighting spirit.

As the crowd egged her on, Susan attacked Emily even more fiercely. Her eyes were filled with anger and determination, as if she were ready to unleash all her strength. Her movements became faster and more relentless, disregarding her own safety.

During a heated clash, Susan accidentally scratched Emily’s arm with her nail. Blood gushed out instantly, staining Emily’s shirt red. Susan felt no guilt, but shouted, "Come on, duel with me!"

The pain emanated from Emily’s wounded arm, and anger surged within her. She gazed at Susan’s disheveled appearance, and the conflict in her heart shattered in an instant.

It’s time for this fight to conclude.

Emily’s eyes gleamed, and the momentum within her body suddenly erupted. Like a cheetah awakened from slumber, she moved swiftly and with precision. Her figure approached Susan like a wraith. Before Susan could react, Emily delivered a punch that collided with Susan’s abdomen with tremendous force.

Susan snorted and instinctively retreated. But Emily did not halt; she followed up with a kick to Susan’s leg. Susan stumbled and nearly toppled to the ground. Emily capitalized on the advantage, unleashing a series of punches.

Susan struggled to fend off Emily’s onslaught, but her strength and speed were far inferior to Emily’s. Susan progressively lost her capacity to counter Emily’s relentless attacks. Ultimately, Emily executed a powerful side kick that propelled Susan into the air.

Susan crashed to the ground and emitted a groan of agony. She struggled to rise, but her body betrayed her. She could only lie helplessly on the ground, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Emily drew a deep breath, attempting to quell the tumultuous emotions within her. Step by step, she advanced towards Susan, each step feeling like it was laden with a heavy burden. The blood trickled down her wounded arm and dripped to the ground like fragmented beads, where crimson blossoms emerged on the arid earth.

"Just kill me," Susan closed her eyes. Despair etched across her face, as if she had resigned to her fate.

The air seemed to solidify around her, and all eyes watched Emily in hushed anticipation, awaiting her decision.

To truly end the fight, she must eliminate Susan.

"I forgive you, Susan," Emily’s voice was steady yet clear. "I’m not going to kill you."

Susan opened her eyes. "Why?"

Emily didn’t respond. Instead, she confronted the group of protesters. "The duel is over. Now, who else believes I can’t lead the wolf pack? I’m willing to accept anyone’s challenge."

The protesters exchanged glances, their faces etched with fear and hesitation. The fervor of their rebellion had vanished without a trace, replaced by a profound sense of unease. They gazed at Emily’s determined eyes and her wounded yet unyielding figure, and the rebellion within them ebbed away like a retreating tide.

The man in the cap bowed his head silently, dare not meeting Emily’s gaze. He nervously rubbed the corners of his clothes, as if regretting his actions. Others also lowered their heads, some shaking slightly, others sighing softly.

None dared to confront Emily.

Gina stood amidst the crowd, her sinister smile now absent. She sneaked behind Dyson, hoping to avoid becoming Emily’s next target.

Silence reigned, except for the sound of the breeze and Emily’s steady breathing. At this juncture, Carl was the first to approach Emily. He knelt on one knee and placed his right hand over his heart.

Carl’s voice was sincere and resounding. "I’m willing to swear allegiance to you, Luna Emily."

Carl’s action served as a cue, and others followed suit. One by one, the protesters approached Emily and solemnly knelt on one knee. They proclaimed, "I’ll swear allegiance to you, Luna Emily."

Here are the corrected versions of the paragraphs, adjusted to sound more natural and idiomatic in American English for a fictional narrative:

Emily glanced at the men kneeling before her, who finally recognized her as their Luna. Perhaps it wasn’t easy, but she managed it.

Emily noticed that Dyson and Gina were long gone, and the two culprits had slipped away. But it didn’t matter; she would deal with Dyson and Gina later.

Thankfully, the farce was over.

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"You shouldn’t have shown mercy to Susan’s men," Dolly grumbled under her breath as she bandaged Emily’s wounds. "Because you haven’t truly fought back against her, that’s why she had a chance to hurt you."

"She was just a child," Emily said nonchalantly. "And she’s being manipulated by Dyson."

"How do you know that girl doesn’t really want to replace you?" Dolly used scissors to trim the excess gauze and then placed them back in the medical kit. "You forgave her, but that doesn’t mean she won’t betray you in the future. After all, she’s not bowing down to you."

"She won’t fight me anymore," Emily tried to move her injured arm, and a sharp pain shot through it.

Emily couldn’t fathom how the girl could be so fierce in a fight.

Dolly looked at Emily helplessly. "And what are you going to do with Susan?"

"Just let her stay with Carl now," Emily replied, leaving Carl in charge of Susan, who now resided in Carl’s house and couldn’t leave without his permission.

Susan was under house arrest.

"Who’s that man with Gina?" Dolly asked curiously.

"His name is Dyson, and he’s Klaus’ half-brother," Emily said, boredom and contempt evident in her voice. She truly hated the man.

"How did Gina end up in the north?" Dolly furrowed her brow slightly, pondering. "Did she come here to get revenge on you?"

"Do you think she’s here looking for affection?" Emily sneered. "I don’t know why she’s in the north, but it’s definitely not something I expected her to do with Dyson."

The fact that she didn’t have a wolf must have been revealed to her by Gina. That damn woman.

"Are you hungry?" "The maid’s back, and I’ll ask her to prepare dinner for you."

"How are the two princesses?" Emily asked.

It didn’t surprise Emily that the two troublemakers had been so quiet these days.

"They’ve been addicted to online games lately. Besides, I told them about the riots in the pack, and I warned them not to go out or they wouldn’t be able to return to the capital, and they’d never see those tadpoles turn into frogs again," Dolly explained.

"It looks like they’re listening to you. But I don’t like your use of the word ’thugs’ to describe those people," Emily said.

"They threw bombs at your house and banded together to protest you," Dolly said, dissatisfied. "They don’t seem any different from thugs to me."

"But they are my people now," Emily reminded Dolly. "Those people have sworn allegiance to me."

At that moment, a sound came from outside.

The sounds grew louder and more distinct, a cacophony of footsteps, shouts, and the clattering of objects, each note having sharp edges and corners, thrilling the nerves and causing a keen sense of uneasiness and alertness in their hearts.

Emily stood up immediately, and she and Dolly exchanged glances.

Dolly crept up to the window and cautiously poked her head out. "Dammit, there are people surrounding this house," Dolly said nervously.