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The sight of his two hands made me breathe a sigh of relief. Now that I was relaxed, I teased him on purpose, "Two hands don't bring as much pleasure as multiple tentacles, it seems." Cyrus paused in his actions. Then, he raised his head to look at me, his gaze already dark with lust. "Is that so?" His gaze made my heart skip a beat. Before I could regain my senses, I heard a familiar chime drifting into my ear. [Congratulations, you've joined a new dungeon as a player.]

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

But mostly, I wanted to know how Hera was! “No.” “Fine. I’ll be right back with Alpha Zephyrus’s reply.” I waited for almost two hours for his reply. Did Riley forget to tell Zephyrus? Did he decline my request? After five minutes, Dan announced Riley’s arrival in the pack house. Soon, the door opened and Riley walked into my room. “Alpha Zephyrus will talk to you on the battlefield whenever you reach there.” “I’ll be there in an hour.” I set out for Lucania with my army of 300 warriors to face the most important battle of my life! Hera’s tear-stained face flashed across my eyes, and I couldn’t stop the ache in my heart. If I was alive, maybe I would see her again!

“You’ve grown soft, Garrick. This war is not won with kindness. It’s won with fear. Order. Blood.” “I’ve seen enough blood,” James said coldly. “Then you better get used to seeing more.” Draven walked past them and out of the room. James stood there, fists trembling at his side. He had a choice to make. And time was running out.

He picked up immediately. “Don.” “The plan has changed. Just watch Marena now. I want to make that tramp think her plan is still underway.” There was a brief silence, then Nico’s voice came through. “Okay, don.” Nero smirked. “Let the games begin.”

I finally crawled into bed a little later after I heard my father come home and the obligatory squabble between he and mom. My last thought before falling asleep was how to make them pay. *** JACE Today is the day. We've got the big game tonight and I just had a very promising talk with my girl's parents. I was on top of the world as I followed her to school in my car. I wasn't driving her today because there will be too much going on tonight after the game, and I didn't want her waiting around a darkened parking lot for me after we came back. I pulled in beside her and went to help her out of her car. I kissed her hungrily right there in her opened car door, not caring too much about who wa