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The other kings laughed, finding delight in the agony inflicted on the slaves. "Let the second game begin. King Gathrick, this session is becoming boring!" King Jaxon proposed delightfully.
She felt small and insignificant in the vastness of the mansion, a lone figure adrift in a sea of emptiness.
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"You have no voice wherever"
"I have been incured by Alpha"
After the training session ended, Elara made her way to Prince Galad's room, determined to apologize once more and ensure that he was alright.
But as she entered the room, her heart sank at the sight before her. Alpha Vesper stood beside him, his expression grave as he examined Galad's injuries.
"Luna," Alpha Vesper greeted her, his voice tense with concern. "I'm glad you're here. Galad needs rest and healing."
Elara nodded, her stomach churning with guilt as she approached Galad's bedside.