Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 762 The Wager

Hayley's POV:

"Relax," I said with a reassuring smile, giving Melody a calm, steady look before turning to Preston. "Are you gutsy enough to bet against me?"

"Why not?" Preston, clearly intrigued, rubbed his hands together and licked his lips with excitement as he spoke.

"But a real contest needs a little wager to make it interesting." His eyes roamed over me in a way that made my skin crawl.

"What kind of wager are you talking about?" I asked, keeping my tone cool and composed.

Preston grinned, the sleaze practically dripping from him. "Simple. If you lose, you spend a week in my bed. Deal?" He grinned lecherously.

Truman, who had stayed quiet until now, suddenly stiffened. His expression darkened, and a vein pulsed on his forehead. He looked ready to explode.

The sheer rage on his face caught me off guard-and, strangely, it reminded me of Benjamin.

If Benjamin were here, I could only imagine how he'd deal with a sleazeball like Preston.

As my destined mate, Truman's wolf clearly had the same possessive instincts as Hera.

I paused a beat, then calmly replied, "Sure. But what if I win?"

"Then I'm all yours," Preston said smugly. "Do with me as you please."

disgust, then raised a brow. "Your

the Hanovers had carved out

up for me, at least half of the jewelry shops run by the

ago, Preston stumbled upon a premium gemstone. Quentin, always the showman,

helm, the business boomed-and

Preston's eyes. I read

don't want your brand," I said with a

I get to choose whoever I want from your store.

narrowed his eyes

about them. What exactly are you

just say so and quit while you're ahead." I shot him a

VE TIC

Heck, if you win, take the whole brand for all I care! I won't

I will take the whole brand too!" I said boldly, raising my

hadn't expected that. He froze, caught

he was about to throw died on his lips and came out

stormed off with his men, his

all over her face. "Ms. Carson,

easily with a carefree smile, shaking my

lying. My knowledge of rock betting was surface-level

along, thanks to a few lessons

"If Ms. Carson would humble herself to ask, I wouldn't

want to end up a waste without a wolf, I suggest