004: Tell Anyone And You’re Dead

Tell Anyone And You Are Dead!”

DALA

“Young man? Point of correction— I do not belong to anyone. Definitely not three haggard-looking dudes.” I fired back, though the men before me were a stark contrast to my words.

Knox whose piercing gaze hadn’t left mine, was a mix of cold command and barely restrained lust. The one in a green shirt– I met him first at the lobby and still had that unyielding smirk so infuriating it made my teeth clench.

And the kitchen guy with a revealed toned muscle? He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here, though the sharpness in his eyes warned he wasn’t to be underestimated.

They didn’t just look alike— they were identical in every way that mattered: tall, broad-shouldered, devastatingly handsome, and radiating power.

“Woah… careful, girl!” Smirky cautioned. “That attitude might get you hurt.”

“Then go ahead,” I spat, lifting my chin. “If you’re going to hurt me, stop wasting my time and get it over with.”

The room went silent. For a moment, I thought I’d crossed a line I couldn’t come back from.

And then, without warning, Knox grabbed my hand, throwing me off balance, and he pulled me against his hard frame.

His grip was firm, almost bruising, and I hated the way my body betrayed me, leaning into his warmth.

Knox's lips curled into a cruel smile. “Sharp-tongued? I’ll give you that. But don’t mistake it for strength.”

“Let me go!” I tried to twist free, but he held on tight, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in close and sniffed me.

“Guys? Guess what?" He said and I froze, my heart slamming against my ribcage. “She’s an Omega and… she's not even pureblood!” He announced, his voice dripping with disdain.

“What?!”

“An impure Omega?” Toned muscle finally seemed interested, letting out a mocking laugh and rubbing his temples. “This just keeps getting better.”

“Why does it seem like some sick joke? There's no fucking way the moon goddess would give us this peanut…. It's so unreasonable, I hate it!”

Little fox. Little Omega. Now… peanut?

My cheeks burned with a mix of rage and humiliation. “Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual.” I spat.

Smirky raked a hand through his hair, shaking his head disapprovingly. “She looks like nothing more than an unnecessary problem. Let's reject her and move on.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sounds good to me,” I said, though I knew at the back of my hand that my wolf was most likely not going to survive it. “It's not like I asked for it anyway."

Toned muscles close the gap between us, biting his lip. “I'd go first because, at this rate, I might end up feeding her to the wild. She's unbridled and her audacity reeks.”

Just reject me already!

I braced myself as our eyes locked, his piercing green orbs penetrating mine.

“I, Kai–" He didn't get to say more before Knox raised a hand.

“Halt!" A cruel smirk spread across his face. “Not yet. I think she might be... useful.”

There was a pause.

A long pause that made the room grow even colder as the implication of his words sank in.

“Useful?” I repeated, my voice trembling despite my best efforts.

Knox stepped back, his eyes raking over me like I was something to be appraised. “I can't be the only one seeing those perky boobs, am I?"

They passed a conspiratorial glance among themselves.

"Not bad, is she?” Smirky eyes darkened and he moved to stand behind me.

His warm breath fanned my neck and goosebumps clothed my skin. “Fuck. She'd be a good bend over," He said and I could almost hear the smirk in his voice. His lips grazed my ear and I jolted, drawing a satisfied snicker from him. “Are you perhaps a virgin?" He whispered and I was supposed to flare and yell at them.

Supposed– but I didn't.

His hips brushed my backside and my panties pooled again.

Damn!

It took me so much willpower to not moan and press myself against the paradise I was feeling.

Toned muscle grabbed my arm, his eyes scrutinizing every inch of my body. I didn't even register how or when he got here. “Great idea but she looks like she's going to crumble after one round with me."

They all burst out laughing, the deep, hoarse sound feeding my insanity.

I bristled, yanking my arm off and shifting a step away. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not standing right here.”

“You’re lucky you’re still standing at all, little Omega.” Knox raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by my defiance. “You should be on your damn knees!"

My breath hitched, hating what his proximity did to me because, for some stupid instinctive reasons, I really did want to be on my damn knees for him.

“Do you think my cock would fit in?” He teasingly grazed his thumb over my lips, and I almost parted them in pleasure. “You saw it earlier, didn't you? Wanna try?" He asked, arching a brow.

I said nothing but there was more and more pooling down there.

What the hell was even wrong with my body?!

Knox sucked in a sharp breath, his hands moving to hold my chin up. “When I ask a question, you answer immediately except you want me to mercilessly slam my cock down that tiny throat without thinking twice, do you understand?” He rasped.

Giving in to their authority was the last thing I wanted to do— speaking on behalf of my ego and certainly against what my body was saying.

I scanned the room, searching for a way out when a knock on the door rang to my rescue.

“Come in," Knox drawled, releasing my chin.

Two sturdy men stepped in, curtseying– the guards from earlier.

“Sir… We are just looking for a strange girl, about this tall–”

I raised my hand. "That's me," I declared, deeming it better to be in the hands of the guards than these dangerous guys.

“She's meant for Lady Arya’s quarter," The other provided firmly. "We were asked to bring her in as soon as possible.”

A smile of relief crept to my face but it vanished the moment Toned muscles whispered into my ears, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Say anything about what happened here and I'll personally escort you to hell.”

Before I could process the threat, the guards glared at me and gestured for me to follow them.

I followed them in a daze, my legs moving on autopilot as they led me down the hall again.

Soon enough, I was standing in front of Lady Arya, whose teacup was placed on the back of a maid, and her legs stretched on the thigh of another maid, massaging it gently.

Her appearance was nothing of what I expected.

She was stunning— slim, poised, and impossibly younger than I expected. She was barely older than me!

“You're here!" She chimed as soon as she saw me. “From Claudette, right?"

“Y-yes."

She shot to her feet, a smile plastered on her face as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

I shuddered.

“Come with me," She said, leading me out of the tea room. “And what's your name sweetheart?"

“Dala. Dalantha."

“Such a beautiful name!"

"Thank you, ma'am,” I responded sharply and Lady Arya laughed.

“Don't be afraid," She said soothingly. “I'm a nice person and what you saw was just a punishment. They were gossiping about me.”

I forced a smile, nodding.

“Don't worry, you're special," She added soothingly.

She opened a door and the room was cozy but nothing short of a beautiful one. The lighting and decor were perfect, and I could only imagine filming even more appealing videos in this setting.

“This will be your space,” she said, gesturing around the room. “Rest up. You’d need it.”

I nodded mutely, still too shaken to respond. She smiled kindly before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

The memories of those three dudes invaded my head, and I threw myself to the soft, fluffy bed when Lady Arya's footsteps blurred out.

As I curled myself under the duvet, the heat only got worse and I had to restrain myself from slipping my fingers into my skirt.

The heat was crazy!

Concluding that a quick shower would help, I sprung to my feet, throwing pieces of my clothes across the room one after the other.

I turned, heading to the bathroom when a rough knock on the door caught me off guard. I flinched, wrapping my arms protectively around myself.

A huge lump formed in my throat as I stared dreadfully at the door.

Fuck.

I didn't even lock it.

Slowly, I watched a piece of paper slide under the door.

I crept forward, unfolding it with trembling fingers and a racing heart.

In blood-red letters, the message was simple but it sent a chill down my spine:

TELL ANYONE AND YOU'RE DEAD!