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The fight was bloody and brutal. Just what I needed.That is the benefit of sending word ahead; the arena masters always arranged worthy opponents. I was not here for sport, I was here for release.I had fought for centuries in every kind of pit imaginable. Male-on-male brawls, beastform duels, feral pits, dens against non-supernatural predators, and otherworldly rings facing supernaturals of other species. Name them all, I had fought in all.Won in most. Built a name out of sheer violence, pain, and glory.They call me; the bloodthirsty gladiator.When one is born with disabilities and a speech impediment, you learn fast that no one will save you. And when you become a target, bullied, mocked, and cast out, you either break or you fight.I chose to fight.While others played, I trained. While they laughed, I bled.Because of my challenges, I had to work twice as hard just to do what came easy to others. But I had reasons and a purpose, so I never gave up.Maybe that was why I excel a

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LORD REVANDREL“Repeat what you just said to me,” I said calmly, sliding my arms into the outstretched sleeves of a black robe woven with gold-plated threads held out for me.The two sentries looked visibly uncomfortable behind their commander, Jaffa.The Head of Security cleared his throat. “She, um... left the premises, my lord. The female you gave specific orders about. She is... gone.”I nodded slowly as a servant fastened the gold buttons at my cuffs. “Jaffa.”“Y-yes, Your Lordship.”“I have lived a very rough existence and encountered many unskilled people along the way, but even I am amazed by your level of incompetence.”The security head had the grace to look ashamed. “Forgive me, my lord. A search party is already out combing the area as we speak—”“Call them back.”He hesitated, clearly confused. “Yes, my lord, as you command.”“Leave.”The chamber was silent after they exited.Two of my personal sentinels watched me closely. Questions in their eyes.“What?” I asked.They e

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“I am never drinking from her,” I said flatly, pulling out the red-and-black robe from the upper rack.“You know the hunger is only going to worsen, right?” he said. “The bond does not just appear, Revan. It demands to be sealed.”“I will take my chances.”Alaric sighed, the kind of sigh that usually came before a lecture.“You have no idea how lucky you are, do you? Do you know how many men would kill to find their bloodhost?” he said. “Many make it to fifteen hundred without ever feeling the pull; they beg for the bond. Pray for it. Toll for it. Then, there is you, with an active bond begging to be sealed.”“I am NOT drawing substance from Baevera Eldareth.”He regarded my stiff pose. “You know, you have never told me the full story. But from everything I know, I do know she hurt you deeply—”“Hurt?” I scoffed. “What a ridiculously insufficient word for something of such monumental pain and evil.”Alaric rolled his eyes. “All I am saying is, your history with her should not get in t

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LADY BAEVERAStanding at the entrance of the tavern, I surveyed the inside.Rowdy male laughter and clinking glasses. The place reeked of sweat, pipe smoke, and roasted meat.I glanced back at the road behind me, now swallowed by dusk. I should be out there, not in here. But I was hungry and not just for food.My leg throbbed with every step. I needed to bloodfeed if I wanted to fast-track the healing process.Pulling my hood lower over my face, I stepped inside and quietly ordered the cheapest meal on the menu. A watery pottage and a chunk of bread. I was running out of coin.Twelve gold coins from the tips sounded like a lot, but five days on the run, making costly decisions to stay hidden, hopping villages and inns, it was bleeding me dry. Thankfully, tonight’s lodging was already paid for.The food tasted like sawdust, but I forced it down anyway.Once finished, I made my way to the tavern’s shadowed corners, where drunks groped willing girls, others smoked strange herbs, and some

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It took everything in me not to stagger backward.Back then, centuries ago, after our first encounter, I was so disturbed by Revandrel, and desperate for peace that I had wanted him gone. Out of my head and out of my life.I was such a horrible person, I was willing to kill him just to escape the dark future his mere existence represented. So, I sent two hunters after him. Both turned up dead.After that failure, I had searched for the infamous Arrow-Eye Hunter to do the job for me, but was unable to make no contact whatsoever.Turns out, he was the hunter I was looking to hire to kill himself all along. I closed my eyes really tight in guilt. Does he know?So much guilt it nearly brought me to my knees and I stumbled to the table, and had to grip it for support.I have done a lot of things I was not proud of in my earlier years, and far too many of them involved the male standing across from me. That was why I fought so hard to avoid a third crossing of our paths.It was hard to me

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He flinched. Then, dropped me like I had burned him, taking a step back.I fell to the ground like a ragdoll, clutching my throat, and gasping for breath. Oh gods, what have I done? I was evil.“Stop talking,” he growled.The dam finally broke and I began to cry now. Ugly, wheezing sobs that shook my entire body as my heart splintered from the venom I sprewed from my own mouth.I am lying, I wanted to scream. I do not believe it either. I KNOW what they did to you, and I am so sorry! You are not weak, you are not broken, and I am sorry for all I did! For not stopping them, for handing you over to them like a sacrificial lamb, I am sorry you had to meet a female like me in your lifetime! I wanted to beg and bleed the truth that he deserved better. That my father had earned what came to him for what he did and I deserved the ruin I had become. But I could not say any of it, instead, I reached for the most terrible lie.The one I know would finally shatter the last of his control and br

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LORD REVANDRELAlaric stayed with me, calming me, grounding me. He coaxed me into a run to burn off, then told me the dumbest stories he could come up with to take my mind off things. Then, once I gave the all-clear, once I said I was fully back, he chewed me out like I was some reckless adolescent. He demanded to know what happened, what triggered me.I did not give him the details.And because he was the infuriatingly good male that he is… he still understood. He also had to bloodfeed to recover from the wounds I had inflicted on him.Now hours later, we were back in our shared room a few doors away from Baevera’s. Alaric lay on his bed, ready to call it a night.I was not. I was too wired, too raw. Brimming with a hate that would not settle.Baevera fucking Eldareth.I glared at the door like I could burn through it. Like I could make the wood vanish and direct my fury straight into her soul.The killer instinct might have dimmed, but the urge to punish her still pulsed in me like

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I watched her undress fully, until she stood bare before me. The claw marks on her skin stretched red and raw. Good.“So many lessons to teach you about shame, pain, humiliation, and helplessness. But tonight, I will be giving you a lesson in humiliation,” I informed her calmly. She wanted to cover herself, but could not. She was under my Will, and I did not command her to. Until I release her from compulsion, she will only do as I ask. Anything I ask.And she knows it, and it terrifies her. Plain fear right there in her pleading eyes. There was no trace of her usual defiance and fight.“Now, where is that sharp tongue?” I asked. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I turned to my sentinels. “Roland. Zeus. Do you like what you see?”They both spoke in unison, “Yes, my Lord.” The stark desire in their eyes could not be disguised.“Want to touch?”“Revandrel,” Alaric’s soft voice came from the doorway. I looked at him, and he shook his head. “Don’t…”I snorted. “You have always been a good male, Alaric. I n

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ALARICI do not understand what is going on.I have never been more confused than I am now, standing here watching my dear friend empty the contents of his stomach across the floor.I have known Revandrel Cel’theren for centuries. He was a steel-boned male, ruthless in business, brutal in battle, emotionally vacant in everything else.What he has never been is reactive. Or worse, overreactive.In fact, I had begun to worry that he no longer felt anything at all. His heart too frozen, his soul too empty.But in the span of a few hours, I had seen more emotional volatility from him than I had in decades. Centuries, even.He never spoke of his stepsister. I knew a bit, picked up over the centuries that she and her family had wounded him and his mother deeply.He holds a vicious grudge, one he has been plotting to repay. Every time I brought up his stepsister, he shut me down with the same sentence:“I hate her too much to talk about her. She brings out the worst in me.”He had not been e

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As I waited for Jesse, I breathed unrest. Not able to sit still on the mattress any longer, I slid to the floor. Exhaustion seeped into my skin, past my bones, past my blood, and into my very soul. I was losing the fight against the pull wanting to drag me back into the past, and I knew it.This drain was winning, and it knew it, too.For once, Alaric was quiet. All his usual humor, constant commentary, and flippant remarks were nowhere in sight as he sat on the other side of the room, giving me the space I needed, even as his hawk-like eyes tracked my every move.I ignored him entirely, battling the weight of my memories. But I was losing that war, too.Growing up, I had a condition called sluggish growth. It was rare among our kind, but it happened. One in a crowd, they said.It meant I developed slowly in everything: brain, body, age, muscle, and mind.Shifting was the only hope to ever overcome sluggish growth. But that was where the problem lies, because people like me lived fo

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