Valentina’s pov:
Geraldine walked with me to my den. My toga no longer white. It was now a crimson red. My neck throbbed in pain with each passing step I took. I fell to the floor. My wolf Sasha howled and whimpered in my head. He bit with so much force that it felt as if he tried to kill us. I began to sob. "Geraldine, why me? I don't want to leave my home with that brute of a man."
Geraldine crouched down beside me and rubbed my back. "I can't believe Domina let that man do that to you. If I were the first one in the throne room, it would have been me." Geraldine said, sorrowfully.
I looked at Geraldine and whispered. "Why."
"It's not up to us to ask why. Domina may be cruel and vile, but she is all-knowing and wise. She has to be. She has to rule us with an iron fist. If she doesn't
