Semua Bab Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place: Bab 31 - Bab 40

SAMA ARTHURShe had heard of the bite. She had been told of the feeling of fulfillment and the thrill. But no one told her about the clarity or the feeling of peace she would experience when it occurs. Every moment in her life had been leading up to it. Each mistake, each smile, every tear she's ever cried was on the path that led her to DEAN WASON. And now, as he spams his cum into her and her eyes roll back into their sockets, she's home. As twisted as they are, as screwed up as things are, she's home. She presses his head against her, letting him lick and suck on the bite, stimulating sensitive nerves there. She's too full, so full of her Alpha and his cum that she knows she'll explode. But she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Just as much as she's his, he's hers. And thinking about it sends her tumbling into another orgasm, her body clenching around his knot as he moans."Fuck, I'm feeling you everywhere," he moans. "Oh, fuck…"His hoarse, panting, hot voice in her ear se

"Dean, I can't breathe," Sama Arthur gasped, the nightmares tearing at her throat even as she struggled to sit up on top of the bed, her body glistening with sweat. Her shoulder burn pulsed, scorching and electric, as if someone was branding her anew.Dean Wason leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed, that immovable calmness on his face. "What's it this time? Another dream?""It's not a dream," Sama pressed on, nails biting into the sheets. "I saw him, Dean. I smelled him. The one before you."Dean's jaw clenched, the rogue ripple in his eyes reappearing. "You mean that sorry attempt at an Alpha? The one who had the audacity to touch you before I did?"Sama nodded, breathing unsteady. "Theo. His name was Theo."Dean moved closer, his cologne a hurricane in the room. "Why didn't you tell me before? That someone else branded you?" Sama shook her head, tears building in her eyes. "Because I didn't want you to look at me as…broken." Her voice cracked, shame creeping into each word.Dean's laught

"Who the devil is that?" Alex Henry withdrew from the shattered window.Dean Wason didn't answer. His eyes were on the black SUV parked halfway down the gravel yard of the estate. The man stepping out moved like a danger seasoned in silk—slow, smooth, purposeful.Sama Arthur crept closer, already pumping with heart. "That smell."Dean growled low. "Alpha."Alex turned around. "You know him?"Dean nodded once. "Kane. North."Sama’s breath hitched. “Why is he here?”Dean’s voice was razor-sharp. “Because Crayons Arthur made a deal with him. Years ago.”Alex’s face went pale. “You mean—”“He’s come to collect,” Dean finished.Sama stepped toward the door, fists clenched. “Like hell he has.”Dean grabbed her wrist. “You don’t open that door.”She yanked free. “I’m not some token to be passed around.”Dean snarled. “Then let me deal with it. He lays eyes on you, it changes everything.”The knock came—three slow, arrogant thuds.Alex pulled her gun. “I don’t like this.”Dean opened the door.Kane stood on t

"Sama Arthur is here."The whisper propagated through the underground hall like a pulse. Omegas turned their heads, some rising to their feet instinctively, others reaching for the faded collars around their necks."She's the one who bit back, right?""No. She's the one who burned an Alpha mark off her skin."The room became quiet when Sama stepped through the iron gate. Alex Henry stood to her right, eyes scanning through the crowd.Dean Wason walked behind her like a shadow made of fury.Sama kept her head held high as dozens of Omegas—some kids, some too old to still bear submission marks—rose from their mats and wooden benches."Why are they looking at me like that?" she whispered.Alex didn't slow down. "Because you're proof they can resist."Dean crouched down. "Because you're not just surviving. You're rising.""Do they know what I've done?"They are aware of what you've surmounted," Alex said. "It's sufficient."A girl stepped forward, trembling. She couldn't have been older

"You have no business here," Dean Wason growled, his voice echoing from the stone walls.Sama Arthur stepped deeper into the room. "So why did you hide it under your own blood?"Dean's jaw clenched. "Because this spot isn't touched."Gloria glanced about the room at the candelabras, a flicker of fear appearing in her eyes. "This is psychic ground. Memory chambers are illegal for a reason.""Which makes me wonder," Sama whispered, looking at the old rune etched into the earth, "why Dean Wason built one.""I didn't build it," Dean said. "Paul did."That name stopped them all in their tracks.Paul Wason.Dean's older brother.Dead.Or at least, so they thought.Tobby knelt next to the symbols. "These runes… they're from the Wason Grimoire."Gloria backed away. "Then this room is haunted. One wrong breath, and it pulls you in."Sama centered on Dean. "That. What you dread is. I'll see something you've buried."Dean didn't say anything.Theo appeared behind them. Everyone. I don't like this.Timothy stood