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The arena had been cleared, and this time around, the air was pretty tense. It felt sharp and cold, holding a silence that only came before something sacred or something violent. Compared to the last competition, it was honestly different.The location for this competition wasn't in the open field like the last one. It was Rhydian's sacred space, and not everyone had access to it, but for the purpose of this competition, it had to be open only to a select few. At the far end of the viewing deck, Rhydian sat in his obsidian-carved throne, legs crossed, chin resting in one palm. His dark eyes tracked every small movement below. Nobody could have easily guessed the weight of thoughts. He didn't appear bored or otherwise. However, one thing was noticeable about the King's appearance.Rhydian looked so out of place. He was appearing to thin and his eyes were getting shallower by the day. But who would dare call the attention of the King to that?Aldridge stood behind him, arms folded,

Those words kept ringing constantly in Valen's brain after hearing that, but before he could say anything, Rhydian rested his nose against his neck and exhaled. Valen shivered, closing his eyes as the feeling got so surreal for him to handle. Rhydian's breath was cool against his hot body. "You're going through heat," Rhydian mentioned. It was quite surprising for him. That would only mean that Valen was going to be a dominated male, as men don't go through heat the way a woman would have, except if he is meant to be dominated. The thought of someone else dominating Valen didn't sit right with him for another reason. Valen had no mate, that he was sure of. If he had one, he wouldn't have been allowed to come to this side of the world.Moreover, Valen was his servant. Valen was his. He had every right to touch him and explore him. This thought made Rhydian's inner wolf rejoice. He kissed the back of his ear while still holding steadily to his waist. Valen was almost losing hi

Valen writhed under the sheets, his skin slick with sweat. The fever had not broken. It had been a day, almost rolling into two days. If anything, it had worsened. He refused to step out or even unlock the door when anyone came over to knock. He was grateful, at least, that he was given the much-needed space in this goddess damned place.Lucan had told him that it was only going to ease away if he could release himself sexually. His breath came in shallow pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he rolled his eyes. His body pulsed, the need to have something ram through him was clawing at him like a beast in a cage. Every few hours, his mind would slip into haze, his fingers trembling as they reached beneath the sheets.He had never used the sex toys that Valen brought for him. They sat in the corner of the room, more like silent observers who weren't threatening but unfamiliar. He had tried once but anxiety knotted in his chest, so he gave up. He didn't know how to use one,

"You can not be serious about this, Aldridge!" Iza called out furiously as he followed after him. Valen, who was on his way to the King's room, stopped slightly to eavesdrop on them as he had managed to get their attention. "What exactly is in this that you seem not to understand?" Aldridge glared at Iza. "You've always talked about how you care so much about the King, but is this the right way to care about him? Do you want to see him die before it occurs to you that you have to do something?"Valen's eyes widened immediately after hearing that. "Die? The king is about to die?" Valen questioned himself but soon continued listening for more information.Aldridge sighed exasperatedly. He touched his forehead, almost like dealing with Iza was a burden. The man wasn't a child anymore but for some reason, he had to listen to all his rantings and complaints. "Do you not get it? I don't wish to see the King dead, but we are simply following his orders. No matter what, his orders com

It was finally evening, the time that Rhydian had talked about to be his appointment for the movement. Valen stood outside the palace gates, holding a few oddly shaped packages that he had collected from the maids. As he was standing, he couldn't help but think what exactly was inside the packages. He didn’t dare to ask. Were they perhaps pots, toys, strange fabricsHe tried to judge based on the weight that he could feel. The things weren't much but they were heavy. The king suddenly began walking and Valen frowned "How am I supposed to walk with all of these?" Just when he thought of suggesting a slower pace, a black carriage pulled up to them. Relief washed over him instantly, something that Rhydian's eyes caught. Rhydian looked at him with amusement. "I wasn’t going to make you carry everything. Come on."Valen climbed in beside him, thankful for the break, though curiosity bit at him like a restless puppy about where they were going and who the goods were for. What if the