Up in the highest noble gallery, the atmosphere was electric with excitement and pride.
Aiden's wives were completely focused on the arena below, where their husband continued to toy with Elarion Voss in the most humiliating fashion. Their voices overlapped in a chorus of admiration and glazing.
Lysandra leaned forward, eyes shining with quiet intensity. "Look at him… so calm, so in control. He hasn't even broken a sweat yet."
Luna's tail wagged rapidly, her blue eyes glowing with possessive pride. "Master is so perfect. The way he's dancing around that arrogant noble like he's nothing — it makes me want to pounce on him right now!"
Nayla smirked naughtily, licking her lips. "Mmm, the way he moves… so confident, so dominant. I'm getting wet just watching him humiliate Elarion. Our husband is too sexy when he plays with his prey."
Nyxion crossed her arms, a rare satisfied smile on her lips. "He is handling the Voss heir like a child. This is true power. Heart Lord is unmatched."
