บททั้งหมดของ Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Sama Arthur"Can I get a vodka and grapefruit?"Sama's hands moved with relaxed habit, grabbing the glass and the Grey Goose bottle. She flashed a swift, confident smile at the Beta female across the bar. "Coming right up.""You always make them perfect, Sama," the woman said, praising her, leaning a bit closer. "Timothy really knows how to pick 'em."Sama laughed, pouring the vodka. "Glad to hear it. Keeps the tips coming, right?" Working at Delights had become her groove. The pace, the quick decisions, the endless stream of faces – it kept her on her toes, kept her grounded. She was grateful Timothy had hired her, Alex Henry's word good enough, no questions asked, no papers necessary. The tips themselves were more than sufficient; she didn't even bother with a salary."Absolutely! And these Omega clubs? They're just. electric." The Beta gestured to the packed room, where Alphas and Betas alike mingled, their eyes often drifting over to the Omegas behind the bar and on the stage. Sam

Heats aren't enjoyable when they're solitary.She'd know.She had her first one at sixteen, sobbing into a pillow, pinching her thighs together in agony. Her father, Crayons Arthur, had hired a tutor for her, but it only made things more terrible since the woman was trying to explain to her what was happening to her body.And even now, years on, it's not the hurt that hurts so much as the loneliness.It befell some, not others. While the arousal is the thing that ignites the delirium to start, it's the loneliness, the sense of loss, that sends her under, never wanting to emerge.When she asked Alex Henry about it, her friend just raised an eyebrow and shook her head.No, it's only her that dramatically dies of loneliness.Wonderful.Now, however, there is a financial advantage to her biology. All Omegas smell incredible when they are about to go into Heat.And tonight, she knows she smells fantastic because the cash is coming in faster than she had expected.She's been at work for jus

He can have whoever he wants, and there are enough pretty Omegas to go around.And then some obnoxious drunk client grabbed her arm and she flinched at the contact.It was vile, the way his gaze loomed over her, his Alpha scent too overpowering and rank.She's glad the evening's over.She has always loved the fog so much.The way it envelops her, a chill, heavy blanket of air, keeping her safe from the world.No one can find her when she hides in the thick cloud of white air.When she was a child, she would go hide in the backyard for as long as she could, attempting to shut out the voice of her father, Crayons Arthur.She vanishes into the cold.It comforts her.But, damn it, she left it too far away this time.She used Alex Henry's car for the shift, as her roommate informed her she would be working late and could ride home.It takes her ten minutes to find the car after taking a stroll along the streets, getting lost in the fog.Her boots crunch on gravel as the black car appears f

Sama ArthurShe lies awake. How can she not, after the events of the last few hours? Don't think about him. But her impending Heat crowds out all other thoughts. She came, just from Dean Wason's touch. His fierce, violent touch. As she stares into the darkness, looking up at the ceiling, shame courses through her, as her traitorous inner Omega triumphs.Alpha killed for us. Alpha protected us. But at what cost? She doesn't even know the man, and her body is reacting to him in ways it never has before. Enough so that the vibrator in her nightstand drawer is clamoring for use. It's a simple model, but one that's a necessity for every Omega who goes through Heat without an Alpha to see them through it. It has a plain vibration nub along with a silicone knot that opens up with the press of a button. And right now, it's whispering her name. Sleep is not a possibility for a while, if at all. Alex Henry is still missing, and she doesn't expect her roommate back until at least daybreak. The

Sama Arthur. She's such an idiot.Stupid, stupid, stupid.Dean Wason knew her, naturally.Why else would he be here in this podunk town?He must have known the whole time.She ignores Gloria and Rose's worried stares as shetakes her handbag and rushes out the front door, her bodytwisting with desire.The timing is awful, but she needs to get out of here.Leave first and figure it out later.The drive to her apartment is quick, but by the time sheclimbs the stairs to her front door, her body is exhausted.I’m going to pass out, she thinks. And Dean Wason will find me.She drops her keys twice before finally unlocking thedoor, her head buzzing, her forehead drenched with sweat.Flipping on the lights, she stumbles past the kitchen,where Dean Wason’s tip mocks her, the bills lying on the counter."Come on," she wills herself, standing firm in the doorwayof her bedroom. "Just a few more moments."She can grab the gun, her bag, and be gone.But another cramp hits, oneso much more debilitating than the l