Chapter Forty-one

(Ashton’s pov)

"Yah!!" I clamoured, tightening my fist around the reins as I kicked the stirrup of the black giant Striker and the resounding slap of my Lunge Whip landed on his black thick skin.

The act ignited its energy as it lifted off its front hooves and came down hard, thundering towards the barrier the linesmen had placed subsequently for this purpose, leaping over it smoothly and only coming to an end at the other side of the rope.

"Good boy." I chuckled softly, releasing my hold on the reins to let it glide to a slow strut. We have been at it since early morning when I came out of the palace.

With the games coming up and the race being included, I was doing everything possible as well as investing into this to make sure it turned out excellently. This was the first time a game of this nature would be carried out in the Lycan Kingdom and I anticipate that after this game, hopefully, my subjects would enjoy it so much that they would take an interest in horseracing.

I fell in