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KING ARLO'S POV

I threw another dart and it hit Bullseye again, making it the fourth. I grabbed another, aiming for the fifth and trying again to picture Luther's hideous face.

I've never been this great at the dart game. Never hit the bullseye thrice in a game. It was one game I severely got my ass whooped in. And it made no sense because hitting the bullseye required a million concentration, practice, and innate skills.

I wasn't exactly lacking much in those three categories but for some reason, darts remained my nightmare. Up until today.

Frustrated about not getting any replies from Jordy, and worried about her Alpha coronation being in a couple of days, I was restless.

I strolled down to my leisure room which used to be a lot more fun than this, with the billiard boards, cycling spot, and a lot of stuff in here.

The dart board called out to me and I gave it a try. I pictured Luther's face, fantasizing that what I had in my hand was a dagger and the bullseye was his