ANTALYA’S POV
It felt like my whole life was on display as Dominic led me to the special seat reserved for his Luna. The arena buzzed with energy, but inside I was frozen—furious, humiliated, and trapped. I could feel the weight of countless stares, the sharp whispers swirling in the cold air. Dominic’s hand gripped my waist like a brand of ownership.
He leaned in, his voice hot and rough against my ear. “Sit pretty, Antalya. You belong to me tonight. Show everyone how lucky you are.”
I glared at him, fighting the urge to slap his hand away. “If you touch me again, I swear I’ll scream.”
He just smirked, squeezing my thigh under the table. “Scream for me, baby. I’d love to hear it.”
My cheeks flamed. I tried to pull his hand off, but he held tight, his thumb sliding teasingly along the
