Mother Valentina’s POV:
Geraldine walked with me to my den. My toga no longer white. It was now crimson. My neck throbbed in pain with each passing step I took. I fell to the floor. My wolf, Sasha, howled and whimpered in my head. He bit with so much force that it felt as if he were trying to kill us. I sobbed. “Geraldine, why me? I don’t want to leave my home with that brute of a man.”
Geraldine crouched down beside me and rubbed my back. “I can’t believe Domina let that man do that to you. If I were the first one in the throne room, it would have been me,” Geraldine said sorrowfully.
I looked at Geraldine and whispered, “Why?”
“It’s not up to us to ask why. Domina may be cruel and vile, but she is all-knowing and wise. She must be. She has to rule us with an iron fist. If she doe
