Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
Caesar said, his voice booming over the now silent arena.
The crowd stirred with envy, eyeing Klaus with a mix of admiration and jealousy. He had earned the right to ask for anything.
Klaus stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, head bowed in thought. After a moment of silence, he looked up and met Caesar’s gaze. "I want a slave."
My heart raced. Klaus’s eyes flickered toward me just before he spoke those words.
"A slave? That’s all?" Hommes sneered, still bitter about his earlier defeat. His mocking tone dripped with disdain.