Claimed by the Diamond King by Violet Rae

Author:Violet Rae [Rae, Violet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Drakk

Zaryk’s fist hits my face, and blood sprays.

“This is my domain,” he growls. “You do not give orders to my people.”

I block his next blow and deliver a gut punch that has him doubling over. “I was not giving orders, you fokker, merely suggesting to your second it would be wise to strengthen the guards at your gate.”

Zaryk rears up, catching me in the chin with his knee and sending me sprawling on the ground. “Trying to take over, like always, brother.”

“And you refuse to listen to anyone’s counsel, like always. Least of all mine,” I spit, sweeping my leg out and taking his feet from under him.

We roll in the dirt, aware of the crowd we are drawing and their shouts and cheers as we pummel each other. It has been many moons since Zaryk and I engaged in hand-to-hand combat, and we are both baying for blood.

Zaryk delivers a bone-crunching punch to my jaw, which makes me see stars.

I retaliate with an uppercut, which sends his head whipping back.

Punch after punch, blow after blow, hit after hit, we continue to punish each other until we are both panting and spitting blood. But fokk, it feels good. We knew this was coming from the moment we saw each other in the forest after so many solar rotations and so much to settle between us. This battle is a physical outlet to partially settle our grievances and enable us to move forward. At least, this is what I hope.

But first…

I land a fist in Zaryk’s eye, and we roll again, each striving for the upper hand. Much as we did back on Ne’Ander.

“Stop!”

Ma’rah’s voice reaches me through a haze, distracting me for a split second—long enough for Zaryk to land a blow to my ribs.

“Zaryk Diamondblood, Eco Prince of Ne’Ander, que’lora to Vanessa Landers, you will stop what you are doing this minute!”

My brother’s head whips to his mate, watching as the crowd parts for her like a queen. She comes to a halt in front of us with her hands on her hips, her light-brown eyes flashing fire.

“Stay out of this, que’lora,” Zaryk growls, wiping blood from his face as he hauls himself to his feet.

“I will not stay out of it, big guy.” She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her foot. “Do you intend to kill each other, or are you done with your pissing competition?”

Zaryk looks at me in disgust. “You have urinated?”

I throw my brother an icy glare as I stand. “I would not urinate on you if you were on fire.”

He takes a step closer. “And I would not offer you my hand if you were drowning in the Strentian Sea. I would not⁠—”

“Enough!” Ma’rah shouts, stepping between us. “Stop behaving like spoiled children. You are brothers, Twins. Do you know how valuable family is?”

I open my mouth to speak, but my mate plows on.

“No? Then let me tell you. Nessa and I never knew our parents. We didn’t grow up with their love or guidance.

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