Savage Games Rachel Leigh Novels & Stories

Three of my SD group were cautious while the pilot was already effecting her refueling and departure. Rachel shot one of the guardians a look I perceived to be friendly. A double-take elucidated things. She was Rachel's younger sister and had already been updated on my bona fides. [OKH] "Male, you are agreeable to the eye," Rachel's sister fired off. Three whole seconds. [OKH] "Why thank you. I run faster than you would think, thankfully heal even faster and have the venerated outdoor skills of Bigfoot," I smiled. The seven other ladies weren't sure what to make of that jocularity.

Instead, he takes a step back and lets me inside. I walk in, sit down on the floor. He looks me over. "What can I do for you?" he asks. I sigh. "You can save my life," I say. "I need to get away. The pack is hunting me, and I don't know how to survive without them, much less how to escape their clutches. Please, Parker. I need your help. My life depends on it. He scoffs. "Please," I say. "My name is Rachel. I think you knew my father. John?"

"Ouch! It hurts!" Zayn said in a pitiful tone, "Boss, are you abandoning your cutie?" Larissa muttered with clenched teeth, "Stop calling yourself a cutie. Rachel's here too. Why don't you go play with her?" Zayn shivered and said, "Forget about it, I'd rather team up with strangers than let Rachel's awful gaming skills hold me back. She is notorious for dragging down teammates, I even got reported last time!"

“Oh my God! Finally! I’m Leah — social media strategy. Welcome!” A guy with glasses offered a chill nod. “Jason. Copywriting.” The third, a woman with an expensive bob and a sharper expression, didn’t smile at all. She crossed her legs slowly, giving me an assessing look. “I’m Clarissa,” she said, voice smooth but edged. “Senior strategist.” Her tone translated clearly: And I don’t like you already. Elise finished the introductions and slipped out of the room. Leah instantly pulled me into a seat beside her. “Ignore Clarissa. She thinks she owns this floor just because she’s been here since the dinosaurs.”

"She said something about how rare they are and how they remind her of her childhood territory." "That's brilliant! Thank you so much!" "No problem," Rachel said cheerfully. "Though I have to tease you about your complete lack of hunting rights. Do you need me to transfer some to help with expenses?" "I'm managing, but thank you for offering," Elara replied with gratitude. **(God's POV)** Meanwhile, Caleb Rivers emerged from the washing den, his hair still damp from his shower. He found Rachel lounging on their shared sleeping furs, clearly amused by something on her communication device.

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎 ******* . Cheetah looked at Raven from head to toe and she smirked. "She really doesn't remember of her sister" Cheetah thought before facing Amour "Eat, that might be the last meal you'll ever have.. Or the last time you'll see her" Cheetah winked before walking away. Raven looked back, making sure Cheetah was at a safe distance away before she placed the food in front of Amour

And fuck me, I’m referring to me and my dick as an us. “It’s nearly ten at night, shithead, not morning,” Cade countered. “Who’s this?” he asked, jerking his head in her direction. “Caden, Vance, Jackson,” I pointed at each one as I spoke, not even sure if she watched us or the ground, which was obviously much more interesting, “This is—” I paused. Still didn’t know her name. “Bai—Rochelle,” she stuttered. “My name is Rochelle.”

The poor girl had no idea what she was walking into. Wycliffe walked slowly to the decanter on the table, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid. His hand was steady, though his mind churned. He had underestimated her too, this girl who appeared out of nowhere, catching not one but two of the most dangerous men alive. She was clever, that much he could now admit. But cleverness alone would not be enough to save her when the tide turned. He sipped and exhaled. Lucien would be dealt with, when the time was right. Because this wasn’t just about Seraphine's foolish desires anymore. This was about survival. About ensuring the council’s hold on the world they had shaped.

Ryan said quietly even as he felt the beast inside him crouch in readiness to attack. “Ow come on don’t be a pussy.” Her short laughter didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s very unattractive to beg. Name’s Camille by the way. And I’m here to fight you.” With that short announcement, Camille opened her palms and pointed all ten fingers towards the ground, releasing very nasty-looking claws. “Oh my god…” Ryan breathed. ***

They’re both leaning against the desk with one ankle crossed over the other, their drink in their left hand, hanging at their side as they watch me. There’s a lot of power in this pack. The Alphas here are very strong. Even the female, Leana, was exuding strength. And right now, that angry power is all directed at me. “Reagan. Alpha Reagan is her name,” Elias says. The older Alphas watches me closely. “Gamma Elias, how close was your Alpha to going feral?” he asks, never looking away from me. When Elias doesn’t immediately answer, I turn and look at him.