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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

Fractured Alliances: Betrayal and Love  in the Shadows of War

In the heart of Ida's clan castle, a residence brimming with nobility and love, where the law was seen as a friend, Arẹwa found herself surrounded by a mixture of young commoners, nobles, and even royalty—all eager to hear the continuation of her story.


"I'll continue the story," she announced, and a hushed excitement settled over the gathering.


"Now, if you want me to continue, Prince Oye, tell me why you hit Olá earlier," she asked, singling out a young prince in the midst of the assembly.


The young prince, a tad arrogant, hesitated momentarily before reluctantly responding, "He stepped on me."


"Oh, Olá, come closer, and my prince, you both, give me your hands," she requested, urging them to join their hands together. "Forgiveness is the greatest gift you can give each other. Every man makes mistakes, and no one is perfect. Always forgive and accept each other's differences. Unity matters most. A hand alone can't carry a heavy load, but joined hands can. Love each other and accept each other. Always make friends, not enemies," she imparted her wisdom, a gentle smile gracing her face.


In a heartwarming display, the young prince hugged Olá, and a ripple of happiness spread through the onlookers.


"Attention, pupils," Arẹwa called to regain their focus. "Who can tell me where I stopped in our previous lesson?"


A brave student raised their hand. "I'll begin from the battle, where the human prince and his army marched out and were suddenly attacked. The human prince fought fiercely against the beasts until they started losing soldiers. The beasts held innocent women and children hostage, bargaining to let them all leave the town in exchange for the prince being imprisoned," the student recounted, capturing the attention of the audience.


"She is right. I'll continue," Arẹwa confirmed, seamlessly picking up the thread. "As per their promise, the prince was surrounded and captured the following morning. All the women and children were taken hostage, and their men were hanged, while some managed to escape. Those who escaped couldn't bear to leave the innocent women and children behind. They promised to use their last breath to save the children. They found a hideout, and the Beast King ordered the human prince out, along with the innocent people who were tied and nearly beheaded. The small human army couldn't bear witnessing this..."


Chapter 51: "Of Bonds and Sacrifice ( the beast's tribe)