Fifty two.

Damien’s POV

A challenge! He wanted everyone to compete in a challenge to win her. Irina was mated to me!

I looked at Irina’s trembling body as she understood what was happening. I wanted to go to her, I needed to protect her and yet I had walked her straight into this, this was no better then what Ivan was doing to her.

Ivan is sat in the crowd too; I thought he was supposed to be elsewhere? He raises his drink to me and smiles. He knew I didn’t stand a chance against any of these men. If anything, he was going to be the champion.

Alpha Ketill puts a barrier in front of Irina, giving out orders that no one is to pass or they would lose their heads. He then summons slaves forward, demanding that they strip Irina in front of the men so that they could see the ‘goods’ that they would be winning. I was mortified for her; she shouldn’t be treated this way. Least of all by her grandfather!

The slaves pull off the huge tshirt she is wearing, and she stands there, desperately trying to c