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"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!"

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" ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said

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After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her.

As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs.

A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response.

The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed.

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" come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding
" no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

THE BEAST PEOPLE: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

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"Man, you can now leave," he declared, his tone firm and resolute.


"What? Who are you to command me?" the newcomer challenged the prince, his voice a mix of confusion and defiance.


"Don't do this," Sewa implored, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of apprehension.


"I am her husband, and I am back. I won't allow anyone near her. She's mine. Go away. I won't tolerate any more intruders," he exclaimed, his voice almost a shout, tinged with envy and possessiveness.


In a bustling square, surrounded by a crowd, Prince Rogba stood, presiding over a judgment. The accused, a man named Ojo, faced a grim fate. The crowd anticipated the verdict, murmurs of fear and uncertainty thickening the air.


"Ojo, the people await your judgment. As a thief, you are condemned to hang. However, I've chosen not to include you among the prisoners. I believe in redemption, even amidst our strict laws. If you swear an oath to the people who view you as a thief—to protect them with your skills—and pledge your service to me until your last breath, I will spare you from the gallows," Prince Rogba declared firmly.


"I swear to the people, my prince, and I vow to serve you," Ojo stammered, his voice trembling with the palpable fear of imminent death. The prince signaled, and his bodyguards promptly left.


"Prepare the arrangements," Prince Rogba commanded, and the guards began to release Ojo.


Ojo, in the presence of a small unit of people as witnesses, solemnly swore his oath, his voice resonating with sincerity, his eyes reflecting the weight of his newfound pledge.


High atop the castle, Prince Rogba stood gazing at the kingdom skyline, basking in the serenity of the moment. Same time looking his beautiful he crafted for his beloved girlfriend Arẹwa with smile on his lips. Beside him appeared his brother, the third prince, joining in the contemplative view.


"The kingdom appears perfect and beautiful," Prince Rogba observed, a sense of pride in his voice.


"Indeed, it would be a tragedy if the ruler realized he had made an irreversible mistake," the third prince replied cryptically, hinting at an enigma that hovered over the kingdom's facade.


 shake the foundations of the realm and the bonds that held it together.


Chapter 49: "A Duel of Fates"