Jennife’s massive Greatsword slipped from her numb, trembling fingers and fell to the sand with a loud clang that rang out clear against the marble pillars, kicking up a small cloud of fine quartz dust all around it.

Her heavy gauntleted hands grabbed Alexander’s hips with a tight, possessive hold that pressed hard enough to leave bruises right through his ripped midnight-blue leathers, pulling his body tight against hers with wild, desperate force driven by her sudden rut.

"Mmmph—you... what are you doing to me right now..." she growled low into his mouth, her voice rough and breaking as their teeth bumped together.

She kissed him back hard and hungry, taking his full lips and tongue like a wild animal eating its first meal in days, her mouth bloody and messy as it claimed his in rough, fast moves. T

he whole arena exploded into total chaos at once—people screaming in shock and anger like waves hitting the pillars hard, nobles jumping up from their seats in pure rage, the few omegas hiding their faces in surprise, and alphas howling like beasts from their boxes.

No one had ever seen anything like it before—the Crown Princess, beaten and bloody, kissing his strong alpha enemy right in the middle of a holy duel, using open shame to fight back.

"What kind of dirty shame is this happening in our sacred arena ground?!" one duke yelled loud from the front rows, his face red and swollen with mad anger.

"This makes a joke out of every old duel rule we respect! Stop it right now!" a countess screamed high, waving her fan fast as she almost fell over faint.

"What sick rule lets an omega pull such low tricks—end this mess already!"

High in the royal box, Elaine kept her face blank and still like carved stone, but her knuckles turned white as bone from holding the railing so tight that the wood groaned under her grip. Her eyes stayed fixed on the fight below without blinking even once.

Jennife’s rut took over her mind fully now. Her big hands clawed at Alexander’s already torn leathers, ripping the midnight-blue cloth open more at his chest and thighs with the sharp edges of her gauntlets cutting like knives.

The thin mythril threads broke with small snaps like dry sticks, letting the cool night air touch his bare olive skin in fresh spots.

"Aah—it hurts too much, stop now! "Alexander let out a sharp cry of pain as his sore ribs and shoulder burned bright with new hurt from her rough pulls.

He pushed at her wide shoulders with his weak, bloody hands covered in sweat, but he could not move her at all.

Jennife had no thoughts left, her eyes wide and black with animal need, growling deep as she pushed her body against his empty air without control.

It was not just her—other alphas up in the stands gripped their chairs hard with white hands, breathing fast from his strong jasmine smell spreading everywhere, some of them standing up with growls before guards held them back in the wild mess.

Alexander took the hard kiss just a little longer, his lips swollen and sore with the taste of blood—then he turned his head free with a hard breath.

He spat a thick mix of his own blood and spit right into her open eyes.

"Grah—my eyes burn again, you dirty trickster!"

Jennife pulled back fast on instinct, her hands going up to rub the stinging wet mess away, giving him just enough time to breathe.

He kicked up hard and true—his boot heel hitting right in her groin area, smashing against the hard armour over her dick and balls with full cruel power.

A loud, high scream came from Jennife’s mouth bending her over double as the pain shot through her like sick white fire, her knees hitting the sand weak.

Alexander stepped back fast with hard breaths, waving his bloody dagger up high to the referee in a quick sign using the long pause that Jennife herself had laughed about before, turning her own big mistake into his way to win, now stretched from fifteen seconds to a full minute.

The huge gong rang out deep and slow from the pillars—BOOOONG—magic chains wrapping tight around Jennife as she tried to lunge forward, holding her bent body still and locked, her eyes big with mad anger as the spell froze every part of her without mercy.

"No—let me go right now, you cheating little slut—I will tear your neck open!" she yelled with no use, her neck veins jumping hard.

"It’s the end!" Alexander yelled loud and wild, hitting her with everything he had left for the whole long minute, his body running on nothing but anger and last strength.

He started fast—his hammer swung high up over his head and came down hard on her frozen helmet, bending the metal in against her head with power that jerked her neck back sharp, lights flashing in her eyes from the hit.

Then he moved quick—his dagger stabbed over and over into the open spot under her arm, cutting the soft strings inside with wet sounds, making that arm hang loose and useless as blood shot out in hot sprays.

Next, he stepped in close—his boot came down hard on her good knee from the side, breaking the soft parts inside until it bent wrong, her body starting to fall over sideways while still frozen stiff.

He kept going without stop—picking up the hammer again to hit her face guard over and over, breaking the front open with sharp pieces sticking in her cheek bone, smashing her nose flat into mess, and cracking her teeth under hits that sent red spray into the moonlight.

He switched back—dagger slicing deep into the back of her frozen leg, cutting the thick cords that let her walk, blood running down her leg in thick black lines that made pools on the sand.

In the last part—he lifted the hammer one more time for a big smash down on her shoulder armour, pushing the metal deep into her chest area, breaking ribs with clear snaps under it, Jennife’s frozen yell turning to wet sounds as her mind went dark slow.

The gong rang to end it—BOOOONG—chains let go; Jennife fell down like empty clothes, eyes turning back white, gone out cold in the bloody sand.

"... I... the winner is Crown Princess Alexander—the other fighter is out cold and beaten! The duel ends now!"

The referee called out loud with real surprise. the arena blowing up again with noise as Alexander stood shaking, his vision going black... then he fell down hard, his mind breaking to nothing right next to his broken enemy.