The Wicked Chase - A Dark College MM set of four novellas Primal Play by Lola Malone

Author:Lola Malone [Malone, Lola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

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OLIVIER

This time the letter wasn’t left in the office in the South Wing. No, it was left on the counter in the library, in my usual spot, between my pens and pencils, my worn-out books, and wads of paper used for notes I no longer needed but was too lazy to actually throw away.

Like some uninvited guest at a party, all neat and adorned with a bronze-coloured silk lint that kept the rolled piece of paper in perfect shape. Waiting to be unraveled, the paper waiting to be uncurled, the letters waiting to be read.

I remember just standing there for a minute, admiring the curly writing, identical to the first time, yet different somehow. Not the same hand, of that I was sure. The words though, they were a carbon-copy of the promise I’d already experienced before. A night in the woods.

My heart thumped wildly in my chest, revealing my trepidation.

I had been chosen again? Why?

I hadn’t learned a lot from the Wicked Chase and its true intentions, aside from the cruel game and the hunt. Yes, I had learned the rules. The elimination. But I didn’t know who the other participants were, who had won. I didn’t even know who the others were, who had won, nor did I know the identity of the masked guys who hunted us down.

Except for one.

I didn’t know his name, but Golden Mask was one of the elite, that much was certain. He walked around school like he owned the place and made more trouble than anyone else. He was loud, abhorrent and annoying. Perhaps that was one the reasons why I’d sometimes steal glances toward the middle of the canteen, and wonder.

I wondered if I’d been part of the elite, had my father not left us. How would it feel to be feared and admired? To sit my ass down in the heart of our small community every single day? To know that other students feared me, just because my parents had a bigger fortune or more power in their self-proclaimed democracy?

They at least had enough power to create this hellscape in the woods. To form a fraternity of some kind. Rumours were a bitch, a twist of reality, a creation of doubt. And there were stories. Of secret parties and witchcraft, here, within the walls of Monterrey Castle. Which was ridiculous, because I’d been here for a full school year now and I’d never seen such activity around me.

However… it left me wondering. As I took in those similar words of loyalty, respect, tradition and sacrifice, I couldn’t help the delicious tremor to flood my veins.The thought of bronze and sinfulness. The cruel hint of a smile. Inky-black eyes behind a gorgeous Venetian mask.

I shook it off with a scoff. Of course my brain told me I shouldn’t go, that it was a classic case of a “no-no”, but my heart…I couldn’t help myself from all the questions that ghosted in my mind.

Was Bronze Mask the one who had been in

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