Zaroff In The Most Dangerous Game の小説・ストーリー

“And will you? Because how could you be so ignorant as to sign that contract?” I stopped abruptly and turned to him. “Does it look like I’ve lost my mind? I didn't know it was him. Listen, the night I came here, nothing was out of the ordinary. An old man greeted me. Imagine my surprise when I realized Renzo's men had mastered the act of disguise. Fuck!” “God. Zaria, he’s dangerous,” Wang continued. “This is not a man you play games with.” “I’m not playing. After all, I lived with him for years…”

“And that hesitation gets them killed, Susanna.” His words make no sense to me, and the ache in my chest, melded with the fear makes it so hard to breathe or function. Zefiro keeps assessing me, only clinically. “Even in the deadliest of situations, most tend to hurt to injure, to preserve life, rather than hurt to kill. Which are you?” My breath quivers and though I have no intentions of responding to his psychosis, my fright triples when the elevator stops, announcing our presence. I remain glued to the edge as he steps onto the foyer of the casino, hands in the pockets of his black tailored pants.

I needed to believe she was alive. The wolf, I now recognized as Paul, tried to run. He was a coward. He would not escape. Then, he stopped. He looked at me. He charged. He was hurt. He was tired. This fight would have been fun if he was strong. Now, it was easy. I pushed him to the ground. I was about to rip out his throat. "Don't kill him," Zara said. Her voice was soft, and low.

Silas, Rowan, Mara, and Nadia Clarke flanked him, their presence a silent reminder that the Wolfe pack was both a shield and a weapon. Zaria perched at the far side of the table, her silver eyes calm but alert, reading not only the faces of the humans around them but the subtle cues they emitted—the pulse, the faint tremor of hesitation, the scent of deceit. Her wolf Caelus whispered beneath her ribs, alert, patient, waiting for a trigger.

Ares announced, and without giving me a chance to tell him no way, the wolf leaped into the air, and straight at the shield. We hit it during one of the flickers and slid through. A second later Javier's body toppled through as well. He smelled burnt and smoke drifted from his body. He whimpered but offered us a ragged grin. "Good thing I don't obey orders well, huh?" he asked. Ares snorted. "Yes, great job on disobeying Zale for the hundredth time or so. I'm sure he'll give you a cookie for the honor. Summon the pack, our problems on both sides are far more dangerous than we ever realized."

He nervously chuckles, pretending it means nothing to him, when in reality he crumbles. I nod towards Zain and we both start to assault at them at the same time. Neither of them sure where to look first. At the same time, I focus the pictures in my head onto the Alpha. All the Awful disgusting ones I seen of him. Killing people, frightened Wolves, young wolves shuddering as he killed their Alpha’s. The Bloodshed he has created. Zain now attacks Rose in diversion as I slide through the Alpha’s legs. Jumping off Zain’s back on top of Faron, who is still looking down not knowing where I have gone.

"I’ve been watching you‚ Sharon Bliss. You are no ordinary werewolf. You’ve awakened a power that hasn’t been seen in centuries a power that ‚ if unchecked‚ will destroy not only you‚ but everyone you love.." A chill slid through Sharon’s veins. "I didn’t ask for this.. I don’t even know how to control it.". "That’s why I’m here ‚" Zara said calmly. "To train you before it consumes you. Killian and Mirabel are pawns in a much greater game. The real danger is already watching.. waiting for its moment to strike." Jake’s glare sharpened. "If you know so much ‚ then tell us who or what this ‘danger’ is."

Several wolves, about 5 or 6 were lying dead on the ground , some who were still standing were heavily injured. But that’s not what had steam coming out of my ears. A stupid rogue was pinning Zoe to the ground, she had been stripped naked and she looked weak. From the strong scent of her arousal in the air, I knew she was on heat. The man was about to shove his dick into her pussy, my heart flipped and I lost it.

His figure disappeared, into the darkness, the headlights of his car glowing faintly as he sped off into the distance. “You’re not going home Ms Laurence,” Corbyn spoke suddenly, as my eyes snapped to his. “What?” My voice was sharp hurling through the air. “It is too dangerous to stay in that apartment of yours,” he said simply eyes drifting over my confused expression. “It’s fine, it’s not like I have a hitman on my case,” he cokced his head to the side. “Not yet.” “Whoa,” a breathless laugh fell from my lips, “Artymov wants to force a marriage not kill me.”