4

A man winks at me playfully.

"Please, sweetheart? We will let you win."

I ignore them completely and look toward Damien instead.

He's looking right back at me.

But there's no hint of help in his expression. Instead, his mouth curves with disdain.

Everyone turns to look at him.

After all, he's still my mate.

"What are you all staring at me for?"

Damien smiles carelessly.

"I said all prizes go to the duel winners. Those are the arena rules. They don't need to change just because she's Luna."

The men sigh with relief.

"Thank you, Alpha!"

Just then, Celia, who's been sitting beside him the whole time, raises her hand.

"How about this? For my sake, let Sister Aria win this round."

Damien looks at her. After a moment of surprise crosses his face, his expression fills with barely concealed amusement.

Celia looks at me.

"After all, when I was working as the Alpha's secretary, Aria often helped me. I can't be ungrateful now."

The smile in Damien's eyes deepens as he watches Celia. His usually cold features seem to melt like ice thawing.

Everyone starts jeering.

"No wonder Alpha likes Celia! Who wouldn't love someone so obedient?"

"Celia's such a good girl - kind and innocent. She blushes when she hears dirty talk, unlike certain people. Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Their meaningful stares pierce me like swords.

Celia's mouth flickers with barely noticeable smugness before she turns to me.

"Sister, don't worry."

"Hypocrite."

Hearing my response, she freezes. "What?"

"Your way of repaying me is to steal my seat and seduce my mate?"

I lean back in my chair. "Sorry, but I haven't fallen low enough to need help from a whore and a piece of trash."

"Aria."

Damien rarely speaks to me anymore.

His tone is cold and foreign.

I glance at him icily, then look at the host.

"This is my battle. I'll handle it myself."

"This..."

The host looks troubled.

"If you want to continue fighting, you must sign a death waiver. Whatever happens in the continued battles - life or death - will have nothing to do with our arena."

"Cut the crap." I decisively sign the death waiver.

I know everyone below wants to see me lose and fall, then mock and humiliate me. That's Damien's goal too. But I refuse to give them that satisfaction.

Another brutal battle follows. Finally, I slam the opposing werewolf clear out of the platform with one powerful strike, winning the third round.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! This woman has completely lost it."

The men shake their heads mockingly.

"Risking her life for pride. What a waste. I had my eye on that particular segment - really wanted to see the full version."

"No worries. We haven't even gotten through a fraction of them yet. Over a hundred videos total - what are you afraid of? She definitely can't win that many rounds."

"Exactly. I snuck a peek - the later videos get even more explosive. We'll just take the ones at the end. Hahaha!"

Everyone's gazes - pitying or mocking - focus on me.

"Just a cornered beast fighting desperately."

"Next round, she'll have to watch us claim her sex videos."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Really want to know what expression she'll have then. Will it be the same as when she was under the Alpha?"