Page 861 of Fated Mates of Breeder Prison

The Champion was still sprawled on the floor, his ornate armor slightly askew, his breathing even.

I looked around, noting the disarray, removed the cloak, and hung it back in the wardrobe.

Kneeling beside the Champ, I gently shook his shoulder.

He stirred, groaning as he opened his eyes.

They blinked a few times before focusing on me, a mixture of surprise and grogginess.

“What… where am I?” he mumbled, rubbing his temples, trying to sit up.

“In your cell,” I replied, my tone even. “You blacked out last night.”

He paused for a moment, trying to recollect. “Did we… uh,” he hesitated, looking up at me with a hint of playfulness, “have a good time last night?”

I smirked, deciding to play along. “Oh, absolutely. That was why you blacked out. You pushed yourself so hard. You were a total sex machine.”

A self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “Well, I always strive to give my best performance,” he boasted, stretching his arms and yawning.

I couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.

Shuffling to a seated position, the Champion looked at me with a sly glint in his eyes. “So, how about round two… or three? One more before you return to the Prize Pool?”

“No,” I said firmly, standing up. “Last night was enough.”

The Champion raised an eyebrow, perhaps surprised at a Prize taking control. “Oh. Okay. Wait a second. I’ll escort you back to the Pool.”

“There’s no need,” I said. “I can take care of myself.”

I exited the cell, the weight of my feelings for Kuana pressed on me, reminding me of the complicated path ahead.

The love I felt for him was undeniable, but there was a lot we needed to work through.

Closing the cell door behind me, I realized that while Kuana might have changed in some ways, my feelings for him hadn’t.

They had only deepened, evolved, matured.

And though the path ahead seemed uncertain, I was ready to face it head-on, to understand the Tok he had become, and to reclaim the love story that had once defined both our lives.

I turned to march down the hall when I bumped into something — or, rather, someone.

“Excuse me,” I muttered as I shifted to move around them.

But as I moved, they stepped with me.

Oh, great. Now I’m going to have to box this clown?

A large green hand landed on my shoulder, its claws black and sharp. “Come with us. Ikhax wishes to speak with you.”

I gulped.

I thought I would have more time.

But it appeared fate had other plans.

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VIOLET

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