?Chapter 261:


    Before the game could start, Dominic and Kabir signed an agreement, a binding contract immediately enforced by thews of the werewolf world. Once signed, there was no turning back.


    Dominic was serious this time—seriously unhinged.


    Mini Makenna’s POV:


    Once the ink had dried on the agreement, the life-or-death gamble began. My earlier confidence evaporated, leaving behind a gnawing dread that crept through my veins. My hands trembled as I gripped the dice cup, each rattle of the dice echoing like a drumbeat in my chest.


    This time, it wasn’t just money on the line. My life was bound to the oue, hanging by the thread of a dice roll. Seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity as the dice settled. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut, and all eyes were on Kabir as he lifted his cup.


    A sinister grin twisted his lips as he nced at the dice. Slowly, he announced the number, his tone dripping with smugness, as if he had already won. My heart sank. The number was dauntingly high—too high. The odds of rolling a higher number were almost nonexistent. Was this really how it would end? Would Dominic and I meet our end here?


    I hesitated, too afraid to lift my cup. But before I could pull away, Dominic’s cold hand covered mine, steadying me. I flinched as he guided my hand to open the cup. When the dice were revealed, I couldn’t believe my eyes.


    I gasped, staring in shock at the number before me. Dominic’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he calmly announced the number, one point higher than Kabir’s.


    The room erupted into chaos once more, this time in a wave of apuse and cheers. Kabir’s expression, however, drained of all color. He copsed back into his chair, looking like he had seen a ghost.


    Dominic let out a deep, almostnguid sigh. “What a night,” he murmured, his toneced with ambiguous amusement.


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    He calmly slid the contract across the table to his side.


    “Well then, I’ll dly take possession of those goods.”


    Kabir stared at the contract in a daze, realization slowly dawning. Rage twisted his features as he bellowed, “Did you set me up?”


    Dominic feigned innocence, arching a brow. “You were the one who wanted to bet, and you were the one who decided to wager those goods. You’ve only yourself to me. Don’t try to pin this on me.”


    As the tension began to ease and I found myself regaining myposure, I couldn’t help but wonder at Dominic’s wless performance. Had he orchestrated this entire scenario from the start? It seemed all too convenient that he was never truly concerned about losing.


    Kabir wasn’t as dim as he appeared, either. His re could have burned a hole through steel as he demanded, “Who are you really working for?”


    Dominic’s smirk didn’t falter. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” he replied coolly. “As for the goods, I’ll have them taken away immediately.”


    Kabir’s eyes bulged with fury as he roared, “You think you’re just going to walk out of here with those goods? Over my dead body! I will kill you now!”


    In a fit of rage, Kabir yanked a knife from his waist, his roar echoing through the room as he lunged toward us.


    “Ah! He’s got a knife!”


    The panicked crowd screamed, scattering in all directions like leaves in a storm. Dominic reacted instantly, pulling me out of harm’s way with a swift motion. His expression was a mixture of irritation and calm as he addressed Kabir.


    “You signed the agreement. You’re bound to ept the oue.”


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