Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 137: A Death Match

Kael strode into the training grounds with a menacing presence.

He had always been intimidating, but now, his crimson eyes gleamed with naked malice. He was like an unmistakeable evil that activated everyone’s instinct, telling them all to run away.

But they couldn’t leave even if they wanted, because they were here to witness someone’s death.

The one fated to die stood—no, trembled—at the center of the grounds.

Garou knew he had to face death the moment he defied the Beast King’s will. Still, the reality was terrifying, especially knowing Kael didn’t even intend to fight him.

The King would simply execute him with a quick snap, and then left without giving Garou’s corpse a second look.

Even worse, Garou was sure that his corpse would be tossed aside like trash.

Such a death was the greatest disgrace a beastman could suffer. They preferred to die heroically in battle, not be slaughtered for defiance by their own king.

The warriors surrounding the field could only watch in grim silence. They already knew what awaited the young panther.

Kael surveyed their expressions and nearly laughed.

These same beastmen had dared to question him when he declared his intent to make Sisi his queen.

Now, faced with death, they bowed their heads without hesitation.

Kael knew the truth—they weren’t afraid of dying. They were afraid of dying without honor, and Garou was about to face such a dishonorable death.

His gaze returned to Garou, whose body shook so badly it swayed. It was almost amusing to see such a strong warrior looking like he’d piss himself.

Garou was an exceptional warrior for his age. Given time, he would have become one of the greatest fighters the kingdom had ever known.

Kael was certain that with enough experience, Garou might have survived against him for thirty seconds.

But Kael had never tolerated defiance.

So Garou had to die as a reminder for them all.

Kael stopped five feet from him and scoffed.

"Where did that bravado go?" he asked coldly. "You were loud enough in the throne room."

"I-I never meant to defy you, My King," Garou forced out, drawing every ounce of courage he had left. "I admire you. I worship your strength. But I... I will never submit to a witch!"

Kael’s gaze darkened.

This fool learned nothing even when he was scared out of his wits.

He turned to the crowd.

"Does anyone here still believe I’ve been controlled by a witch?" Kael asked calmly. "Do you see me as a weak-willed beast with a clouded mind?"

There was nothing but silence in the training ground.

Some beastmen surrendered their doubts immediately, clinging to blind loyalty as they believed the Beast King could do no wrong.

Others buried their suspicion, not because they believed Kael, but because their suspicion didn’t matter when no one here could stop him.

Kael looked back at Garou and said, "Stand straight. If you keep shaking, I might miss your head and take your shoulder instead. That wouldn’t be an instant death."

"M-My King..." Garou swallowed hard. "May I... fight?"

"Fight?" Kael raised an eyebrow. "Do you think you can last five seconds?"

Garou shook his head. "I am a warrior. Even if death is certain—I must fight to preserve my honor."

Kael laughed.

"Good. It’s been a while since I exercised, this could be a good warmup," Kael cracked his fingers, then clenched his fist, "Come. Show me how far you can go."

Garou bowed deeply in front of his enemy who happened to be his king.

Fear and adrenaline flooded his body as he unsheathed his claws. He considered shifting into his beast form—but that would only make him larger, slower, easier to catch.

So he stayed as he was, then he dashed forward with all his strength and speed.

His claws gleamed, his jaw tensed, fangs ready. If he couldn’t injure his body, then he would bite for the King’s throat, or stab him in the eye.

After all, he was facing the Beast King, nothing was dishonorable as long as he could injure Kael somehow.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as they were awed.

Garou was fast. He was unmatched in speed among the kingdom’s warriors. Many believed he could at least land a scratch.

But Kael wasn’t impressed at all.

He stood still while his eyes tracked Garou’s silhouette with lethal precision.

And when Garou struck—

Kael caught his wrist effortlessly.

Garou’s eyes widened in shock.

"You move like a snail," Kael said coldly as he flung him aside. Garou slammed into the ground and rolled several feet away. "A faster snail than before. But a snail nonetheless."

He looked down at him. "Get up. You wanted to fight, didn’t you? I’ll give you one more chance before I kill you."

Garou rose shakily, wiping tears from his eyes.

For a moment, he lamented about his fate.

He was young, unmated, and loyal to a fault to the kingdom.

This was not the end he had dreamed of, but it was the one he chose when he defied the King’s edict.

With a roar, Garou charged again, pouring everything into his final attack.

He was even faster now, so fast his form nearly vanished.

Yet, Kael remained eerily calm. Just like before, he could read Garou’s movement easily.

The panther was fast, but he wasn’t fast enough to pose a threat to Kael.

As he reached out to seize Garou’s wrist again, the panther suddenly pivoted and attacked from behind, aiming for Kael’s nape.

Kael snorted, and then drove his elbow into Garou’s chest.

"Urk—!" Garou staggered backward, clutching his chest in agony. He collapsed to his knees as the pain in his chest was too much to bear.

It only took one strike for the Beast King to incapacitate him, and now Garou was completely at the king’s mercy.

Kael walked toward him.

"You did well," he said quietly, looking down at him as if delivering a final verdict.

Garou looked up at him with reverence. Fear trembled through him, but he closed his eyes.

"My King..." he murmured. "You are truly... powerful."