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A hollow sensation settled in my gut as I pulled my jeans and shoes back on. I shouldn’t have felt bad for fucking Eros. He was “officially” my mate, after all. But the way Feral had looked at me, I felt slimy. Like I had betrayed him. Which was stupid. We weren’t even together.

He probably thought this had all been a ploy to get back at him. That had not been my intention at all.

I stumbled back out into the main warehouse, ignoring Eros as he called out for me.

Vincent was already in the ring at the center of the warehouse. He stood next to a man with a shaved head who had the ‘SC’ scar branded into his skull, just like Zeke. He was probably the ref, by my guess.

The Feral King refused to look at me as I left from the back. That cut deeper than any glare he could have given me.

The match would start any second, and I knew once it did, it was going to be a brutal one.

I was such a fucking idiot.

I’d gone back there to reason with the prince I thought might actually listen to me. Instead, all I had to show for my efforts was a cunt full of cum and a belly full of shame.

Vincent was more furious than ever, and he was not about to go easy on his brother.

I had just made this whole thing worse.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Needing a moment to gather myself and clean up before I found my way back to Corry, I ducked into the restroom.

I first cleaned away the excess of Eros’ cum on my thighs with a wad of toilet paper in the stall, then I moved to the mirror to smooth down my ponytail and readjusted my fang tiara.

As ready as I was going to be, I turned to leave the bathroom when the door slammed open, and a woman stood in my way, blocking my exit.

“There you are, you fucking bitch!”

Super.

Just what I needed.

Blowing out an aggravated sigh, I whirled to face Lexi. As obnoxious as it was to have her show up here, right before the fight, it was fitting. Tonight was a night for settling beef.

And Vincent and Eros weren’t the only two about to throw fists.

Chapter sixty-nine

Queen Psychopath

“Ican’tbelieveyoufucked him!” Lexi spat, her dark eyes beady and blazing like little caverns filled with hellfire.

“Yeeeah.” I folded my arms over my chest, glaring at her. “You’re gonna have to specify.” Obviously, I knew she was probably talking about Eros, but oddly, I got a lot of satisfaction from rubbing the fact in her face that I was getting more dick than the coven’s resident succubus.

Her face contorted with rage, taking on a look that packed enough punch to make a grown man piss himself. “You greedy bitch! You reek so much it smells like you just took a fucking shower in that psycho’s cum!” She lunged for me, moving so fast I barely had time to dodge. I side-stepped her, and she smashed into the sink, sending large chunks of porcelain clattering to the floor. Water spewed from the broken pipes, making the floor wet and slick.

We were causing a tremendous commotion, though I doubted anyone heard us. An announcement came over the speakers, introducing the fighters. Even over the gushing water, I could pick out bits and pieces of the announcer’s voice.

“After twelve wins in a row, defeating Jackhammer, Rip Tire, even the savage Ajax, he’s knocked all of them out cold. With a fist that can shatter diamonds, it’s our dethroned royal… weighing in at six foot three… two hundred and twenty pounds… The Feral King!”

There was a deafening roar of cheers at Vincent’s intro.

Lexi and I had swapped places with her against the shattered sink and my back to the door. Now that she no longer barred my exit, I could leave and slip into my seat next to Corry to watch the fight. As much as I wanted to catch the fight the moment it started, I had to settle this shit with Lexi. She didn’t respect me. She was dangerous kept unchecked, and I needed to prove to her I was strong. Stronger than her.

I just hoped that it was true.

“Hide your women and your knives!” the announcer roared with the crowd so loud it almost drowned him out. “It’s the beast that dethroned our Feral King. Weighing in at six feet and two hundred pounds, you must have one to mess with him… Deathwish!”

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