Page 201 of Wolf Roulette

His lips twitched.Greyson enjoyed refusing to control the pack in the grid. Very much.

I bet he did.And how did you feel about that?

Well, let’s see. I enjoyed that my wolf refused to control the pack in the grid. Very much. Luckily the pack understands that allowances must be made for sigmas…

My mouth bobbed.You planned to let Greyson help me all along.

I didn’t discuss it with him in advance of the grid,he thought at me,but I trust my wolf completely.

That was a whoppingyes. For the record, your fake cold shoulders don’t work anymore. I knew you were on my side.

His joy brushed against me like a cool breeze on a summer’s day.I’m glad to hear it, mate. It only took months of blasting you with charm while dangling sex in front of you to build that trust.

I’d laugh. But that was an accurate summary of events.

Sascha, I’m sorry about breaking my promise. Truly.

You made the right choice even if I didn’t like it at the time.

Seriously. How the hell did Ieverthink alphas were for me? Emotionally stable men for the win.

I crouched to help him stand.

Sascha wrapped his arm around my shoulders as the marshals clambered onto the pier and walked towards us.

This is it, huh?His voice entered my mind again.

If the tribe win, then yeah. Guess it is.

Either way, Andie, if the game doesn’t end after your little vampire ruse, then the pack and tribe will sit down and work out a truce.

My eyes widened.You mean it?

“Yes,” he said aloud. “This game has gone on long enough.” Sascha peered back over his shoulder.

I glimpsed a stern-faced Alexei in the front row next to Evelyn.

Pascal and Hana, the Luther marshal, approached.

Sascha dropped his arm from my shoulders, and I took his hand, gripping it tight.

“Head Steward,” Pascal said. “Pack Leader.”

Jesus,was she trying to kill me?

“By sixty points, victory goes to the Ni Tiaki,” she announced.

I covered my mouth and sank to my knees in the sand.

It was over.

The news was passed back through the tribe. Maybe that should have been my job, but I couldn’t move.

I listened as stewards began to cry. Great, gulping sobs of relief from years of battle in Grids. I hadn’t needed to remind them to be respectful to the pack. Cheering was the last thing on their minds.

Standing, I hugged Pascal in response to her mounting fear.

“You’ll be okay, my friend,” I whispered.