Melissa.
Oh Moon Goddess… please help me.
The prayer formed silently in my mind, desperate and raw, clinging to the last thread of hope I had left. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest as I stood there, surrounded by powerful men who spoke of me like I was a prize laid out on a table.
Darren can't win.
The Quadruplets can't win.
And that random Alpha… he absolutely cannot win.
I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, my lips pressing together as if that alone could keep my fear from spilling out. I wasn't asking for much, just mercy. Just a miracle. Anything that would keep me from being handed over like property.
The sound of a chair scraping against the ground snapped my eyes open.
The random Alpha stood.
"I guess I'm in," he said calmly, his voice carrying an unsettling confidence that made my stomach twist.
My breath hitched.
