Whitney From The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

She was to work hand in hand with Robert Carter and Delta Ashton Whitespear. Abel Wey was too excited about the fight that he made me a bit worried. The fact that he could not die was a plus on our side, but the fact that he had no motivation was a problem. What if he decided to switch sides last minute? He had no allegiances to anyone, nor did he have any affiliation. He was just coming to fight for the thrill. Such people couldn't be trusted. We all knew what Dinah and Abel had done seventy years ago. We knew the kind of people they were. It would be dangerous to trust them completely.

They silence down when they realise, I will not be boosting their ego more. Bailey grabs my hair next, tilting it back to make my scalp hurt. I refuse to show fear,still staring at her. "Kneel Bit***" She seeths and before she knows, I smirk. Grabbing her neck and pinning her back on the wall. The harsh push made her scream and the laughter silences down as I whisper lowly. "I will not!" The rush of adrenaline in my veins, made me forget my identity. Shit! I was just a human messing with 3 werewolves around me.

My mind was screaming danger, but my body was singing a different tune. For this moment, nothing else mattered, only the heat of Dante’s mouth, the scent of his sweat, and the terrifying realization that I was playing with a fire that was eventually going to burn me to ashes. But maybe I was willing to get burnt playing this dangerous game.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

Immediately our eyes met , I landed on my butt and groaned in pain while he chuckled " wait , did he just find this amusing? " My cheeks immediately turned red , forgetting I was actually in danger ,I couldn't even feel the pain of my bruise anymore. I just felt attracted and attached to him , but it's not possible I cant find my mate yet ,not at this stage ,it's still.too early for me , maybe he isn't the one . But my heart kept on saying otherwise. I was later able to discard.the thought as I recalled one of my mother's words " the white crystal goddess only blesses our people with mate's within our pack , no one has even been blessed with a mate outside our pack ,not even for once".

Whitney. She was sitting on a fallen log at the edge of the clearing, her crossbow across her lap, looking like she'd been waiting for hours. Her leg was wrapped in makeshift bandages stained with blood and something that looked like silver residue, and she was pale in a way that suggested she'd lost too much blood and pushed too hard. But she was alive. Breathing. Smiling that crooked smile that meant she was about to say something sarcastic. "Took you long enough," she said. "I've been tracking you for miles."

"Omegas are suited perfectly for the labor, you know. Obedient, strong enough to survive... sometimes." My breath hitched, but I clenched my fists tighter, refusing to show fear. Whitney leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for me. "It would be a shame. You don’t look like you’d last that long." The audacity and sheer cruelty behind her words made something snap inside me. My wolf bristled with fury, barely held back by the rational part of my mind.

On the contrary, it might cause her to pass out immediately. "Thank you for saving me, but I want to see Mick. Can you take me to the Browns' villa? My Uncle Donald will reward you for being a nice guy," Whitney said innocently and pretended to be an average sweetheart in the neighborhood. If the man hadn't seen her counterattack skills just now, he would've fallen for her trap. Unfortunately, he knew very well what Whitney was capable of. "I won't hurt you, but I won't let you go either," the man answered indifferently and continued driving at average speed.

All we had to do was hold on a little longer. But then I heard it—a sound that made my blood run cold. A slow, deliberate click behind us. I turned, my heart sinking, and there she was. Whitney. She stood there, a gun in her hand, her eyes alight with that same malicious glint that had haunted my nightmares for years. I froze, gripping Vincent’s arm as Whitney raised the gun, her lips curving into a cruel smile. “Not so fast,” she said, her voice low, taunting. She tilted her head, looking at me with pure hatred. "You thought it’d be that easy?"

" You were the one who started this, it was you who flirted with me in the club. You should not start a game if don't intend to play it till the end. Or is it another attempt to seduce me and then act coy and hard to get to make me follow you? " " There is no point in talking to a dirty-minded womanizer like you... " I shook my head and passed by him, when I was just about to open the door of the safe sanctuary of my room, he caught my wrist in his large hand and yanked me to him. I was not prepared for that, so I lost my balance and was about to fall but he came forward and I fell on him instead. He tightened his arms around me in a very tight grip.