Sabrina's POV
In the afternoon, I went to the old estate. Evelyn stopped me.
She said, "The mating alliance with the Blue Nights is off. They believe you carry the curse of the Goddess of Misfortune."
I gave a low response, "Mhm."
"But don't worry, we've found you another mate. The Doyles, who work in the textile industry—their son is terminally ill. They need a blood mating ceremony to save their son's weakened wolf."
"The Doyles has promised to give three million. I will give you another five million from my end, as a complete severance fee from the Ironspike pack. What do you think?"
I hadn't even recovered from the shock of Bentley's car crash, yet I never expected Evelyn to have already found my next buyer.
Alfred chimed in to persuade me, "Don't think of this ritual as too dan
