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’ I busted out laughing as Vandal landed on his ass, legs up in the air and started to cuss Sapphire out. “Language Vandal!” Sapphire snapped. “Well dang woman! You could’ve been gentle!” Vandal starts pouting at her as he got up and rubbed where he landed. “My second is here and you had to make me look like a child throwing a tantrum.” “Oh?” She raised her brow and quickly turned towards Obsidian. “Love, this is Obsidian Valdar. He is what you would call a Beta in the wolf kingdom,” I told her as I rocked our son.

He dusted off his hands, his gaze locking onto Cole Vargas, who hadn't moved an inch from beside his sedan. Cole let out a slow, measured breath, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. It wasn't amusement, but the unwilling respect of one professional for another. Up until now, Cole had only heard of the man called Lucan Vale, and this was the first time he got to witness some of his skills. And he had to admit that he was impressive, because he looked so effortless dealing with his men.

Few martial artists in Lovellia dared to defy the Martial League. Dustin had never heard of Victor Cain. “Who is Victor Cain?” he asked the members of the West family. Lucius’s face grew solemn. “Mr. Cain is no ordinary man. He’s revered as the strongest martial artist in all of Lannopolis—a legendary sovereign grade fighter. He earned the title of National Hero for his exceptional contributions to Lovellia. He once served as the head of the Lannopolis branch of the Martial League. Though he has since retired, his influence and prestige remain unparalleled and command immense respect from martial artists across Lannopolis...”

Valor finished with understanding in his voice. "Exactly," I confirmed as I turned to face him. "Kelan was never about love. He was about proving that I could take something precious from her and make it mine. And look where we are now. Tomorrow I become Luna and she's stuck in whatever miserable marriage her aunt sold her into." Valor cupped my face in his hands and looked at me with admiration. "You're ruthless Cindy," he stated. "That's what I love about you." I melted into him and let all the tension from dealing with Kelan drain away. This was real. This was raw and thrilling and dangerous in all the best ways. Valor understood ambition. He understood power. He didn't waste time pining

“You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking?” Valen doesn’t even look at him as he leans in his seat and crosses his legs one more time. “Mr. Vikar here wants to be entertained, and he will get what he wants.” Mr. Vikar nods, eyes glinting with glee as he looks from Valen to Ilya. “You’re right, Mr. D’Avorin, and to make things more interesting, it’s going to be a fight to the death.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you'd stoop to guarding a mere human. Or is she?” Valtor’s lips twisted into a dangerous smirk, his eyes gleaming with a cold, lethal light. “You speak as if you understand the stakes here,” he replied, his voice dripping with contempt. “But I wouldn’t expect a half-breed like you to understand loyalty.” The man let out a low growl, his fists clenching. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it?” He laughed bitterly. “Or are you just afraid? Afraid of what I could do if I take her from you?”

“Ah, Leo. Always the leader. Always the protector. Tell me, how does it feel to fail them? You promised them safety. Look at them now—your friend is bleeding, your beta is burned, your precious Flora is choking on the dirt. You failed them all.” Leo’s voice was low, trembling with rage. “You will pay for this.” Valen chuckled darkly. “Maybe. But not tonight.” He lifted his hand again. Two soldiers dragged forward a heavy wooden bucket. It sloshed loudly. When they tipped it, cold water spilled all over Leo, soaking his shirt, his ropes, the ground beneath him. Valen reached into the fire pit once more. This time he pulled out a fresh iron rod, glowing white-hot. He lifted it slowly, enjoying

Arms steadied me. I blinked up to find Loran holding me, his eyes sharp with concern. “Are you hurt?” “N-no," A deep growl rumbled behind me, In the next instant strong arms encircled my waist, pulling me back and I was gathered against a chest. Valtor's familiar scent enveloped me and every instinct that had been screaming to fight dissolved in recognition. “None of you is allowed to touch my woman,” His voice thundered, directed at Loran. “Forgive me, my King. I only-"

His voice was low and rich, making her skin tingle. “I'm sorry about what happened earlier,” Valen said as he drew closer to her, closing the gap between them. “I momentarily lost control,” he continued. Let me introduce myself, he said in his husky voice sending chills down her body. “I'm Valen, Vampire Lord of the Eastern Clan”. He said, extending his hands for a handshake, his crimson eyes watching her intently. Ella hesitated, her gaze flicking between his face and his outstretched hand. Her thoughts wandered, Are all vampire lords this powerful, intimidating, and… domineering? She quickly shoved the thought away, shaking her head mentally.