That lasted until six months later, when I drank the moonwine she handed me. After a few sips, I collapsed onto the bed.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself bound to a chair with silver-threaded ropes. My foster-dam was locked inside an iron cage. My beloved consort sat with her legs crossed, one arm wrapped around her little scent-mate, while she ordered her wolves to throw water over my foster-dam's body.
"Didn't your foster-dam love to run her mouth and meddle? And didn't you enjoy stripping people bare?" Her voice dripped with mockery.
"Since that's the case, let's play a little dominance wager involving stripped clothes. If you lose, your precious foster-dam will be stripped naked and thrown to a den of unmated rogues!"
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The moment she finished speaking, the iron cage was opened. A wolf stepped inside and grabbed my foster-dam, delivering a vicious slap across her face.
"Stop it! Selene Frostveil, what exactly do you want?"
Selene looked at me with amusement, then gently stroked the place where I had broken Darian's leg. Her expression turned cold as ice.
"Obviously, I'm getting justice for Darian. Whatever you did to him that day, I'll repay you double."