134 GAME
Olivia’s POV
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Alpha Callum led up through a set of double doors at the far end of the ballroom. The hallway was dimly lit and silent. My heart thudded in my chest as we approached another set of doors. I had never done something like this, but I knew these games were dangerous.
He pushed the doors open, revealing a luxurious, intimate space. A large round table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by plush chairs. Against one wall, a decadent bed with silk sheets and velvet pillows loomed, and scattered around were various items–candles, a bar stocked with fine liquor, and a collection of objects I couldn’t quite identify but that sent my imagination spiraling.
Callum turned to us, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Welcome,” he said his voice casual. “This is where we’ll play tonight’s game. As I said before, this is not for the faint of heart. Whatever happens here stays here. No judgment, no repercussions, no gossip.”
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