Novel & Cerita Dr Player Chapter 66

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

Dan’s hands tightened as he clenched his teeth until Chris’s eyes nearly bulged. “Dan!” He heard a voice call out his name as Dan looked up, but stayed focus on the task at hand. Once his energy was completed drained, he snapped Chris’s neck. The force sent him to the ground as he touched the gunshot wound in his stomach. He lost too much blood. He stood trying to walk to the car but fell right when he saw a blurred vision of what looked like his kids rushing towards him.

He turned to me, offering a slight bow, his expression grim. "Speak," I commanded, my fingers halting their movements. "My king, I—" The doctor began but hesitated, his eyes nervously darting around as he struggled to force the words out. My gaze darkened, and I tilted my head slightly to the side, repeating my command. "Speak." This time, the doctor flinched at the sharp edge in my voice before bowing nervously. "A-Apologies, my king," he stammered. "But Beta Draven's condition is worsening, and despite my best efforts, no treatment seems to have any effect. W-we should prepare for the worst."

But God help me, if he cracks hers—I’ll feed him his own chain. Grumbling, I stomped towards a magnolia tree and lit up a clove cigarette. I exhale a cloud of the sweet scented smoke as I hear Dru marching towards me. Dru stops, still wearing Dragon’s oversized shirt and a journal clutched to her chest. The journal’s spine was cracked, pages swollen with sketches and pressed flowers—proof she’d been rebuilding herself word by word. The hum of cicadas sharpens the silence before she speaks. Standing firm, but her voice cracks, “You gonna keep glaring at him? Or actually talk to me?”

Chapter 167 I stood still. I didn't breathe. Couldn't. Draven stared up at me, those dark soulless eyes piercing right into mine. His brow flickered, and he moved his arms off the table, his robes dragging with him. He didn't speak. Didn't need to. His expressions alone said everything needed to see. "I.. um.." I could feel my face reddening. Not because I was flustered. But because I was actually suffocating. Perhaps dying.

They’ll have the opportunity, but not before they see their Alpha beheaded. My warriors have just started ripping down the door of the second safe room on this side, when I hear one of my warriors calling out to me. “Alpha, lookie who we have here,” he says, his tone vengeful. I turn just in time to see one of my warriors tossing Dr. Stephens across the floor. “Oh, Alpha. I’m so thankful you finally found me! Alpha Brady kidnapped me…” Dr. Stephens begins. “The fuck you say?” Brady demands from his own spot on the floor. “You sniveling little twit. I should have killed you like Quinton said. You’re not even a good doctor.”

He had strong, muscled legs. Draven, I need to stitch it. Where is your doctor? A man walked inside. I’m here; I will finish this. Thank you. I sat on the chair watching him as he stitched. Draven's face turned to me; his eyes fixated on me. Emily, his hand reached for mine. I hesitated, but since he lost blood, he won’t remember this. Alpha Draven is almost over…Then I looked at the doctor as he nodded. They carried him to his bedroom.

Gently, she lifted his head and poured the liquid down his throat, massaging it until he swallowed. For a moment, nothing happened. Then Drake’s body convulsed. His breathing stopped completely. Monitors flatlined. “Whats… what’s happening?!” She shouted, gesturing the Doctor to check what was going on. The Doctor rushed to Drake’s side, checking his heart beat and pulse. “His pulse is becoming weaker by the minute. He’s not breathing!” The Doctor spranged up. Chaos erupted. “She poisoned him! You bitch!” Rose shouted, grabbing her roughly, dragging her away as she screamed.

The chat started celebrating: [Mollie's actually so smart.] [Dr. Quinn's expression changed. She's gonna forgive her.] The scalpel slipped from Dr. Quinn's hand. The vicious look on her face slowly faded. Chloe kept crying. "You're a good doctor. I don't expect you to forgive me..." Finally, Dr. Quinn smiled. Small. Awkward. Gentle. "Okay." The chat instantly went off: [That's an SSS dungeon? Seriously? That was easy.]

CHAPTER 65 DANE_ Immediately the doctor told me that I strongly believed my ears stop working for a second. No... in fact I am definitely sure it's malfunctioning. Like what the fūck!? I actually came here few moments ago and now they're telling me that my mate is missing??? Is it that the doctor desires a death wish or what? From the looks of things, the doctor seem pretty panicking. His face was filled with anxiety and nervousness as he gaped at me awaiting my response .