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The wolf-beast on the platform slowly closed in on Julian.
The applause was deafening, almost tearing the roof off the arena.
Everyone was eagerly anticipating the moment Julian’s throat would be ripped out, his
last breath choked.
Especially Valerie. Her eyes practically glowed with anticipation.
But how could I let Julian die so easily?
This time, I wanted Julian to get what he truly wished for: to stay with Valerie, to be
tormented to death by his darling mistress.
The next second, I smiled and clapped, pointing to the small wolf on the platform.
“What a fierce little pup. I want him.
“Ms. Blackwood, you wouldn’t mind parting with him, would you?”
Valerie was clearly annoyed she didn’t get to see Julian die on the platform.
But she still forced a smile at me.
“Of course. Ms. Sterling, please, help yourself.”
The wolf-beast was led off the stage, cleaned, and then brought back to me.
Julian, however, was immediately forced into his next fight.
When another wolf-beast was brought onto the platform, Julian visibly started to break down.
I leisurely sipped my drink, savoring Julian’s panicked expression.
This wolf-beast was clearly not as strong as the last, and Julian managed to hold his own, fighting back and forth.
His old wounds tore open again, bleeding profusely.
He whimpered and cried, but it only made the audience even more excited.
To maximize their attacking power, beast-men usually shift into their animal forms during fights.
But just as the wolf-beast clamped its jaws around his neck, Julian suddenly shifted into
his human form.
A handsome, fair face emerged.
Julian, eyes hazy with tears, looked desperate and broken, reaching out to Valerie.
“Valerie, save me.”
