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Mama is mine. END OF CHAPTER 14

And this time, I wasn't going to play by the rules of the draft. I hit the ground. It was dirt. It smelled like rain and oil. I stood up and looked around. I was in a room I didn't know, holding a gun I didn't recognize. A man stepped out from the shadows. "You are early," he said. It was the Publisher. He looked young, healthy, and evil. "We haven't even started chapter one yet." I looked at him and smiled. It was the deadliest smile I had. "Then let's skip to the end," I said.

“…the real game begins.” I sat frozen, my heartbeat thundering in my chest as he rose to his full height and turned toward the door. Without another glance, Finn walked out, leaving the room as the air around me crackled with the ghost of his words. The real game begins… A very bad feeling rose in my chest. My eyes stayed on the floor, trembling faintly as Phina stirred within me. The scent of dominance, familiar and suffocating, drifted closer, carried by heavy, purposeful footsteps.

This was just the beginning. --- End of Chapter 3

Zane opened it without hesitation, his heart pounding. “If you think the game has already begun, you’re mistaken. What you’ve seen so far is only the prelude. The real game is about to start. You’ll know when the first move is made.” Zane crumpled the paper in his fist and threw it aside. He wasn’t just a pawn. Not anymore. He’d make the first move. He’d play his hand. And when it was all over, he would be the one standing. He had to be.

Everyone knew I didn’t like to waste time beating around the bush. The air around was strange that even my wolf Isla had to comment on it. “Is there something wrong, Dad?” I asked, seeing how he was hesitating to speak. And after a long time, he announced “Someone stepped forward to challenge you” Dad announced “She’s also going to be taking part in the King’s game” My eyes gleamed with excitement hearing this news and I took a sigh, licking my lips as I tried to hide it. “It’s good news isn’t it? Why does everyone look so down?”

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

Chapter 133 The abyss shifted. Not in distance or dimension, but in quality—like a curtain being drawn back, revealing not a stage but an infinite gameboard stretching in every direction. Reflections formed into tiles, shadows into pieces, resonance into the rules that bound them. Every surface shimmered with possibility, and every step promised consequence. The presence spoke, not as words but as a weight pressing into our bones, into our choices. *You are players.* *Play.* Madison’s eyes widened, her shadows trembling like smoke caught between winds. “They… they’ve been waiting for this. Not just to watch, not just to reflect. They wanted someone to step forward. To prove we’re worth the r

She opened it to find a tall, scarred man with a permanent scowl. “Work starts now,” he barked, thrusting a thick book into her hands. She barely caught it, its weight nearly knocking her off balance. The words Rule Book were stamped in bold letters on the cover. “You’ve got one job,” the man growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Follow the rules. And don’t make me regret letting you live.” Wren’s grip tightened on the book as the door slammed shut. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. This wasn’t survival. This was a game. And if she wanted to win, she’d have to play by their rules… until she could rewrite them.

“Then tell me. Make me know. I want to find my brother, Damiano. And if that means believing the crazy stuff you believe, then fine. I’m all in.” She was trembling, but she didn’t back down. I studied her for a long moment before I smirked. “Good. Because the world we live in is a game, Alessia—and you just made yourself a player.” Her lips twitched. “Great. Do I at least get a tutorial? Or do I just die in the first round?” "Oh!" I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped me. “Level one starts tonight.” Her expression froze. “Level what now?”