“One million. A beautiful starting bet from a beautiful Alpha,” Maya called out. I couldn’t be sure, but she might have winked at The Rogue King; I wouldn’t put it past her.
My uncle was overcome with rage, it was red hot and pulsated off him. It mixed with my adrenaline, and it felt incredible.
Maya came to stand in front of the head table, commanding the room in a way only she knew how.
Another voice called out that grated against me, the one from the Alpha of Red Falls, the one my uncle attempted to marry me off to, raising the bet by a hundred thousand. Then another called out, but I f.orced myself not to follow the voice.
I felt both good that this was working yet slimy. I was selling myself of my own accord, but people were starting to bet on me.
I pushed the fear and dread away
