Semua Bab The Wicked Games we play for love: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Being a werewolf isn't enough? You gotta be something else on top of that?” Troy asks, turning fully toward him and crossing her arms over her chest. “So, what are you then?”The wind moves softly over the hilltop, carrying the scent of grass and distant pine from the forest below. Jackal stands a few feet away from them, lazily chewing on the tall grass while flicking his tail every now and again.Dorian glances at her before tilting his head slightly.“You first,” Dorian states without raising his voice, as if he is stating a fact.Troy frowns. “What?”“Tell me what you are first.”“What I am?” She almost laughs at the absurdity of it. She’s nothing. Just Troy. The dirty child everybody left behind.Dorian keeps studying her quietly as he puts his hands in his pockets. “I can smell you, you know,” he says finally. “Calian too.”“Calian?”“He’s the leader of the other pack.”“There’s another alpha?”“No… I’m the alpha.”“Okay, that doesn’t make any sense.” Troy places her hands on h

Troy picks up the note that had been slid beneath her door at some point after the downstairs fight and swallows hard at the words.Real food. Not just any… meat. Juicy, succulent steak.Her stomach twists painfully at the thought alone. She frowns while rereading the note. Wait, how does he know how she likes her steak? Then again, does it even matter anymore? At this point, he could turn around and tell her he’s some all-knowing, omniscient ghost creature and she wouldn’t even be surprised.Troy sinks back down onto the bed slowly. She really needs to think about this. Because she’s hungry. Really hungry.So hungry that this morning she almost reached for one of those raw, bloody pieces of meat outside while he was butchering those carcasses. That’s the real reason she wanted to go with him in the first place.The realization unsettles her. Lately, she has been losing her appetite for sugar and sweets, and a real hunger for meat has surfaced. Something that has never happened before

DORIANTroy? That can't be.Dorian stares at her. She clamps her arms in front of her, wiping her dress down, as if she is ashamed. Then, her arms slowly lower down her body, her fists balling. Her face seems angry. But Dorian hardly registers her anger as he struggles with his own confusion. “You’re not Troy. You’re…” He steps closer and reaches for her. Big mistake.She suddenly punches him with a jab straight to the nose. Lightning fast and strong. It snaps his head right back, and he falls onto the railing. He grasps desperately at the railing, saving himself from falling backward over, just in time. Looking up at her, he winces and touches his nose, a bright streak of blood smearing across his face as his mind scrambles for an explanation.“What's wrong with you. You want to kill me?”She just stands there, her eyes spitting fire. He sees it clearly now. She's mad. Real mad… And it’s probably because of how he just weaponized sex to get her to speak.Then she suddenly reac

"Right. Get ready for the test."Professor Smith pushes his glasses back onto his nose and glances down at the papers in front of him.Troy freezes. A test? For a second, she simply stares at him, wondering if she heard correctly. Then it hits her. Right. She wasn't here for the previous lecture. She left campus, maybe foolishly, to go chasing after Dorian Vanderbilt. Not that he needed saving.Looking around the classroom, it quickly becomes obvious that everyone else knows about this. Books are already closed. Pens are out. Some students even look annoyingly confident. Trish could have warned her.Troy reaches for her pen and notebook and slowly writes down the date before adding her name beneath it.Troy Summers.She still hasn't seen Dorian since that morning he dropped her off. If he's on campus, he's avoiding her. Maybe he feels guilty. Honestly, he should.The memory of what happened in front of those portraits still makes her want to simultaneously punch him and applaud him.

Dorian“I always knew there was something off about you.”Dorian looks up from where he sits lazily on the grass, leaning back on one arm from inside his circle of loyal wolves. A cool breeze sweeps across the campus courtyard, rustling the leaves above. Slowly, a half-smile spreads across his face, smooth and completely unbothered. He looks to where his rival stands, cutting off the sunlight.“Calian, what a pleasure. Please, join us.” He gestures with a casual wave of his hand toward an open patch of lawn nearby. “No, thanks.”“Suit yourself.” Dorian picks at a blade of grass, tossing it aside with lazy precision.“I came here to tell you to keep away from Troy,” Calian says, crossing his arms tightly over his broad chest. His boots dig firmly into the turf, his entire posture locking into a rigid, defensive block.“Isn't it Poppy to you?” Dorian muses, his voice dripping with mild amusement. He rolls his shoulders, tilting his chin upward to meet the wolf’s glare. “I thought you