"This is ridiculous," King Deacon announced. "Ten thousand dollars for the wolfless slave, but he will choose who gets to buy him. So, all interested and willing to pay ten thousand, stick around. The rest, leave so he can choose."
"You're being cheap," I snorted.
"Excuse me?" King Deacon roared as he stormed over to me. His boots slammed against the marble floor, echoing through the throne room like a warning. I saw both Alpha Eric and Victor flinch, their muscles tensing as if ready to leap at him. The air around us seemed to thrum with anticipation.
Both seemed ready to come to my rescue but not Luca. He stood frozen, calm as ever, his expression unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was confident or indifferent, and the thought hurt me more than I wanted to admit. My chest tightened, and I forced myself to hold my ground.
