Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432 A Mess of a Fight

Chapter 432 A Mess of a Fight

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“He, though, is just standing there like some wooden post. He parks himself right in front of me and basically hands me his back to scratch.” Marcus got more worked up the longer he talked. He felt like the biggest sucker in all of Beastworld.

“He was totally setting me up, right? Lucien wanted to dump the primary mate spot on Calum. Calum saw it coming and played along, then somehow twisted the whole mess onto me so I would be the one taking the hit.”

By the time he finished, his eyes were going red with frustration. “Ms. Tibarn, you know what I’m like. I was never someone who could handle the primary mate role.”

I’m nowhere near that generous. Lucien can fake it for a while, but not me. I can’t fake anything at all.

After hearing Marcus accuse him of setting Calum up, Lucien jumped in to defend himself. “Emma, I never tried to use Calum.”

His voice sounded so honest that there wasn’t even a hint of him lying. “The between

gap Marshal and me was real. He’s a level twelve who has been through countless fights. I’m Rank eleven. Admitting he outclassed me stung a little, but it was still the truth.

“I just followed the Beastworld rule that the strong take the lead and faced my loss for what it was. How is that me scheming anything? Does Marcus really think I don’t even have the guts to own my defeat?”

Lucien’s explanation tied up every loose end. He pointed out the difference in strength and turned his actions into something about respecting the rules and having the courage to admit a loss, making himself look completely open and unfairly blamed.

No wonder Prince Lucien of Aurelia talks like that. His way with words is just next–level.

Calum listened to Lucien and, with a sincere air, defended himself. He looked over at Marcus. “Marcus, watch your words. I wasn’t scheming against you, and I sure as hell wasn’t faking anything.”

After saying that, he struggled to turn his body, every movement heavy, and revealed the jagged wound on his back–still healing but grotesque–to Emma.

“Ms. Tibarn, look…” Calum’s voice was weak, edged with pain, almost pitiful. “You think this wound is fake? You can see the bone! It still hurts like hell. I’ll admit I underestimated things. I thought I could dodge easily, so I was slow, but I never, ever meant to lose to Marcus on purpose!”

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He gasped between words, and his handsome face tightened with restrained pain. “Ms. Tibarn, you have to believe me. I never schemed against Marcus. I had no clue what Lucien was thinking either.”

One claimed he was totally outclassed. The other claimed he was really hurting. Together, they made a perfect little performance.

“You two have zero shame, right?” Marcus was so furious at their blatant lies that he nearly spewed blood.

“One says he’s outclassed, the other says he’s in pain. Go ahead and keep acting. You two could’ve won Oscars for this.” Marcus jabbed at Lucien first, ripping through the disguise without mercy. “You said you were outmatched? Lucien, seriously, put your hand on that crafty little conscience of yours and swear to the Beast God you didn’t throw the match for Calum. Facing defeat calmly?

“No, you just passed the blame smoothly. Clean, sharp, and guiltless. Classic Prince Lucien move, even passing the blame with style.”

After ripping Lucien, Marcus turned his fire to Calum. “And you, Calum. D*mn, you’re something else. I thought you were a stand–up guy, and here you are playing the victim like a pro. You claim you underestimated things and moved slowly? Do you even believe that yourself? A level twelve elite’s reflexes getting caught by a rank eleven like me? That’s some real next–level trickery.

“Lucien throws the blame, and you don’t just catch it, you shove the whole mess onto me. Who the hell did I ever piss off? I’m just standing here watching, and boom, blame out of nowhere. You two–one throwing, one catching, and me? I’m just the poor sucker picking up the pieces, right?”

Marcus‘ chest heaved, a storm of anger and hurt painting his eyes red. He looked at Emma,

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tricks and his voice was thick with betrayed outrage. “Ms. Tibarn, just look at them. One’s stacked on tricks, and the other could stand there and make up anything without flinching. The two of them team up, and somehow I’m the one they dump everything on. I’m the only honest beast in this mess.”

By the end, he was practically yelling. “Primary mate? Whoever wants it can have it. I am not taking this blame!”

“I didn’t!” Lucien protested.

“Me neither!” Calum followed.

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