Damien sat down heavily on the seat while Sofia positioned herself tightly behind him, just as the other females did.
The dealer began to slide the cards across the green felt. The stakes were astronomical—hundreds of thousands of dollars were tossed into the center of the table like they were nothing but pocket change.
Sofia watched the game closely. She felt the heavy, lustful gazes of the men at the table drifting toward her ample chest, but she was focused on the cards. She knew Damien was a master at this; back when they were younger, he had spent hours teaching her the tricks of the trade: how to read a bluff and how to count the deck. But tonight, he was off. His eyes kept darting to her, then to Alexander, then to Zach. He was playing with his temper, not his head.
The first round went to Alpha James.
The second round was claimed by a quiet Alpha from the North.
