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Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Straight Pet: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

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Chapter 91

Jude’s POVThe pit was still in my lungs when his hand closed around my shoulder.I hadn’t even heard him approach—though in truth, Xalor could never be silent. His presence was a weight of its own.“Still brooding over ghosts, my Lord?” His voice was low, half-mocking, but not unkind.I turned, and there he was: Xalor, broad as a mountain, scar cutting across his jaw, eyes sharp but steady. The same boy who’d once bloodied his knuckles on another fledgling’s face because they’d spat the word half-breed at me. The same man who now stood as my right hand, my only anchor.“You move too quietly,” I said, my voice rough.“You think too loudly,” he shot back. “Come. Enough staring at dead sand. You’ll drive yourself mad.”I should have resisted. I wanted to. But his grip tightened, and the weight of his presence tugged me from the arena like gravity itself.We walked the archway corridors together, torches hissi

Chapter 92

Raymond’s POVI woke choking on smoke.No—there was no smoke. There was no fire. Only the image seared into my skull, hot as iron pressed to flesh: the tree burning.Its branches stretched like arms toward a black sky, every limb clawed by flame. Leaves fell in sparks, ash rising like snow into the void. And beneath it, standing in the red glow, was the woman. White-robed, untouched by fire, her hair long and pale as frost. Her lips moved, whispering words I couldn’t hear until the last syllable curled into my ear like a knife.You are the last Seraphin.I sat up with a gasp, heart hammering against my ribs, my sheets tangled around me like restraints. My skin burned. My veins felt alive, crawling under the surface, each pulse dragging whispers with it. A thousand voices, just under hearing, like the echo of a choir in an empty cathedral.I pressed my palms to my temples. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Just—The

Chapter 93

Raymond's POVSleep was impossible.Regardless of how many blankets I wrapped myself up in or with what force I pushed the pillow to my ears, those words lingered with me.You are the last remaining Seraphin.The woman's voice remained with me, as smoke and fire within my heart. I could not rid myself of it. I could not forget the scorched tree or the white shape within its brilliant flames. Each time I closed my eyes, I could hear her speak those very words.In Jude's room, which was otherwise quiet, my veins were hot. They pulsed as if whatever was inside me was trying to get out.I waited. I had to remain in the place where Jude left me. He was specific: don’t leave this room. The vampire Lords paced around, back and forth like wolves, and I was the rabbit in their den. If I was alone and vulnerable when they found me, I would not survive.But the longer that I was there, the more difficult it became to breathe.

Chapter 94

Jude’s POVThe first bell shook the sky.The second made the spires tremble.The third was the loudest—it seemed to pierce through flesh and bone, echoing in the hollows of my chest.The bells of the Crimson Spire did not announce weddings, nor peace, nor holy days. They rang only for blood. And today, they rang for the Culling.I sat already upon my throne. Iron carved into the shape of thorns coiled around me, its edges sharp, pressing faintly into my skin as though to remind me: this seat was not comfort, but burden. Above me, the banners of my house hung heavy, a crown of thorns upon black cloth.The arena stretched before me, carved deep into the earth—a vast circle of stone and sand, stained by centuries of blood. The pit seemed to breathe, as though it remembered every scream, every body broken within it. The scent of old iron never left.The seats rose high in tiers, filled with vampires. Thousands upon thousands, the

Chapter 95

Raymond’s POVThe first thing that struck me was the sound.The arena was alive with it—rolling waves of voices, cries, growls, chants, all mixing together until it no longer sounded like language, but like the roar of a storm. I stood just behind Jude’s platform, half-hidden in the shadows, clutching the railing so tightly my hands ached.The Crimson Arena was vast, carved out of black stone and ringed with fire that burned with unnatural colors—purple, green, and deep crimson. The flames licked upward as though they fed not on oil or wood, but on something living. The smell made me gag.Blood. Smoke. Iron.Thousands of vampires filled the seats that stretched high into the spires, their red or gold eyes flashing in the dark. Some wore cloaks embroidered with symbols I didn’t know; others sat bare-chested, their pale skin painted with runes of blood. They weren’t just watching. They were waiting to feast on the violence.

Chapter 96

Raymond’s POVThe arena floor was already red.The first blow struck so fast I almost missed it. Xalor moved like lightning, his body twisting low before springing upward with a strike that cracked through the chest of the Eastern Lord’s champion. The sound echoed like stone breaking apart, sharp and heavy, rattling my bones even from here.The other champion staggered back, spitting blood, his clawed hands swiping at the air.And the crowd screamed.It was not cheering like I had ever heard. It was hunger. A wild howl that rose from the throats of thousands of vampires packed into the stone seats. Their voices layered over one another, high shrieks and deep growls, creating a storm of sound that pressed against me like weight.I gripped the railing in front of me. My knuckles were white, and my heart hammered so hard I felt sick.This wasn’t fighting. Not like humans fought. This was destruction. This was bloo

Chapter 97

Raymond’s POVI sat at the high platform, behind Jude’s throne, my body rigid and cold though the air burned with the smell of iron and blood. I had already thought the arena was overwhelming before. But now, with the fighting truly begun, it felt like being dropped into a pit with no way out.Below, champions clashed.Xalor was among them, Jude’s chosen, a warrior whose loyalty and power I had come to know. He moved with precision, with strength that looked unbreakable. His blows were like thunder, his stance unyielding. He was every inch the champion Jude had promised he would be.But the longer I watched, the more unease grew in me. Because one of the other champions… was not fighting clean.At first it was only the way he dodged. His steps seemed too smooth, too perfect. Every strike came a hair before his opponent’s, like he already knew what would happen. The crowd roared for him, but my stomach twisted.Then I sa

Chapter 98

Raymond’s POVThe crowd had never been louder. The stone arena shook with the roar of voices, vampires pounding their fists against obsidian railings, stomping their boots so that the sound trembled through the very ground. The sky above the arena was black with storm clouds that seemed conjured by the sheer rage and hunger of the thousands gathered.And in the center of it all—Xalor was breaking.I saw his body bend unnaturally under the force of the champion from the House of Ashclaw. It wasn’t strength alone. I had been watching carefully, desperate to hold onto something that would help me understand. And then I saw it: a flicker of red light around the Ashclaw champion’s wrist. A sigil burned faintly, hidden under his skin. A cheating rune. It lent his strikes unnatural weight, far beyond what his own power should allow.Every punch rattled like thunder. Every kick cracked bone.“Jude…” I whispered, clutching the edge of the pla

Chapter 99

Jude’s POVThe arena was restless.The echoes of Xalor’s defeat and collapse still lingered in the blood-soaked air, stirring whispers among the crowd and private smirks from the Lords. The champions had been pulled back, the ground cleared, yet the scent of blood remained, heavy and coppery.I stood there on my throne, gaze fixed on the crimson sand where Xalor had bled. My champion. My friend.Around me, voices carried.“He fell too easily,” Lord Bastian muttered with a grin, his sharp teeth flashing. “Perhaps the Thorn Lord relies too much on loyalty rather than strength.”Another, Lady Nyx, leaned forward in her velvet chair, her eyes gleaming like a cat. “Or perhaps his champion lacked the resolve. A pity. He was handsome.”Their laughter mixed with the crowd’s restless murmurs.I clenched my hand on the armrest of my throne but did not speak—yet.From the shadows near me, Raymond shifted

Chapter 100

Raymond's POVThe return walk from the arena was longer than any walk that I have ever taken in my life.I could still hear the voices of the crowd in my mind. They weren't screaming now, and they weren't demanding blood, but I could hear them even in the silent halls of the Spire. They wanted blood. They wanted to witness pain. And they did.Xalor hurts.I couldn't help but remember. His form pinned to the rock, his face contorted in agony as the ill blow struck him, the false sword glinting with something evil. He attempted to rise once more but was unable to do so.I walked stiffly, my hands by my sides. The guards marched me through the high halls, but I didn’t pay much mind to them. I listened to the silent thud of their armor and the whosching of their capes along the stone, but nothing else concerned me: nothing except Xalor falling.This was my error.I knew that. Nobody needed to tell me anything. That

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