"Why are you glaring at me like that? This is entirely your fault."
"If you weren't such a worthless failure who lost the wager, she wouldn't be getting pawed at by these males."
"Though I should warn you—she's down to her last layer before they see everything underneath."
"Ha!"
She finished speaking and sauntered over to wrap herself around Darian Frostveil's waist. "Darian, feeling better now?"
"Not yet. She hasn't been stripped bare and thrown to the pack, and Kael Nightthorne hasn't lost his entire territory."
Selene reached up and playfully pinched his nose. "You're always so mischievous!"
"Then let's continue until you're completely satisfied."
Meanwhile, agony was tearing through my mind like claws raking across flesh.
Just as they had mocked me—forcing someone with no experience in Dominance Wagers to face a wolf who had never lost. It was like sending a pup to challenge a seasoned hunter.
Completely hopeless from the start.
For the next round, Darian Frostveil demanded my foster-dam's remaining garment as the stake. I was forced to wager my last territorial holdings, everything I had left.
When the final cards were revealed, I had lost again.