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When I opened my eyes again, the sky was bright, and the arena roared with thunderous applause and shouts.
I froze for a moment, then my gaze landed on the blood-soaked fox in the fighting ring.
That was Julian’s beast form.
He was losing ground rapidly under the relentless, vicious attacks of the wolf-beast opposite him, whimpering lowly in the corner, too terrified to move.
It hit me then-
I had been reborn, back to the year I first met Julian.
Valerie Blackwood was naturally spoiled and cruel, finding pleasure in tormenting
This arena was her personal playground, but for the beast-men, it was hell on earth.
Only the victors earned the right to live.
But even then, their fate was merely to be bought by spectators and kept as playthings.
In my previous life, Julian’s helpless, pathetic form in the corner had moved me. I had offered to buy him.
But Valerie refused to let him go.
She’d said:
“The law of the jungle is the truth of this world. If he loses, he deserves to die. Ms. Sterling, don’t spoil the rules of my arena.”
But I was stubbornly set on Julian. I risked life and limb, fighting my way out of the arena
with him.
Once free, I scoured the lands for rare herbs and potent elixirs to heal and strengthen
Julian.
Everything I owned, I shared with him, never once discriminating against him for being a
beast-man.
What a joke. All that heartfelt effort? Just me deluding myself.
From the very beginning, Julian’s heart belonged to Valerie, even though she never gave him a second thought.
He was pathologically, madly obsessed with her, willing to abandon a life of luxury just to grovel at her feet.
Living this life again, I finally realized-
Some creatures are just born rotten to the core.
