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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Marked For Vanquishment

Author: Wisdom Nkwocha
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 23:39:51

Ian's POV

My foot struck bone.

Pain roared up my leg like wildfire, and I staggered back, biting down a scream. I had delivered the kick, but it felt like my own spine had shattered. That was the problem with not having Ashval inside me. I was weak, exposed, breakable.

Lazhara’s body twisted midair and landed hard. She rolled like a broken puppet across the arena’s stone floor. A gasp rose from the crowd. Then silence. It was the kind of silence that didn’t breathe.

I stood, chest rising and falling, blood thumping like war drums behind my eyes. I had never hated someone this much. Not Brenda. Not Vashti. Not even Kaelric. All I wanted was to kill Lazhara.

And I would.

I raised my head, eyes sweeping the sea of stunned faces watching from the stands above. The storm in me surged. Something inside me screamed to rise. To speak.

I strode toward the edge of the pit, where the shadows of the torches couldn’t touch me, every step sparking like flint against steel. Then I turned to face th
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  • SAVING ALPHA THORNE: THE MOONBOUND PACT   Chapter Thirty-Seven: Marked For Vanquishment

    Ian's POV My foot struck bone.Pain roared up my leg like wildfire, and I staggered back, biting down a scream. I had delivered the kick, but it felt like my own spine had shattered. That was the problem with not having Ashval inside me. I was weak, exposed, breakable.Lazhara’s body twisted midair and landed hard. She rolled like a broken puppet across the arena’s stone floor. A gasp rose from the crowd. Then silence. It was the kind of silence that didn’t breathe.I stood, chest rising and falling, blood thumping like war drums behind my eyes. I had never hated someone this much. Not Brenda. Not Vashti. Not even Kaelric. All I wanted was to kill Lazhara.And I would.I raised my head, eyes sweeping the sea of stunned faces watching from the stands above. The storm in me surged. Something inside me screamed to rise. To speak.I strode toward the edge of the pit, where the shadows of the torches couldn’t touch me, every step sparking like flint against steel. Then I turned to face th

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