"Come on, I'm placing a wager. They say older Omegas have the most spirit—experience counts, after all!"
"Ha! Yes, yes! We'll bet too. All on the Tidefang King winning. When he wins, that she-wolf is ours."
Those vile, unbearable words reached our ears. My foster-dam tried to end her own life, but the male holding her seized her wrists with brutal force.
My face drained of all color. I had no more useless words to waste. Begging Selene Frostveil would do nothing.
“Very well,” Selene Frostveil announced lazily. “The wager begins.”
She tilted her head, smiling as if granting mercy.
“Kael Nightthorne, don’t say I left you no way out. We’ll play the one game you claim to know best—a Dominance Draw.”
Did I have a choice?
Every path before me had already been sealed by Selene Frostveil.
Silver-threaded restraints pinned me to the stone table. Only one hand was released—just enough for me to flip the bone-cards when ordered.
Selene lifted her goblet and addressed the sea-den with a languid wave of her fingers.
“Everyone here—when he loses, you’re free to enjoy that old she-wolf however you please. I’ll even distribute blood-coin and moonwine afterward.”
A thunderous roar of approval erupted.