Fuck Noah?

Danny’s POV

Yes, I did what anyone else would do when their life was falling completely apart: I took the deal and got in the car. I didn't know if they were going to harvest my organs, sell me into a ring, or whatever, but honestly, I was desperate enough to try.

The interior of the Rolls Royce was dead silent, smelling like brand new leather and expensive cologne. I sat pressed against the door, clutching the leather seat with my knuckles turned white, staring out at the dark trees zooming past.

The guy didn't say a word the whole time. He just sat beside me as the driver drove like he was on a secret military mission.

After about fifteen minutes of pure, agonizing silence, the car screeched to a gentle halt.

"We're here," he said, stepping out and opening the door for me. I slid out right behind him, my knees feeling a little weak.

The first thing that hit me was the absolute, reeking stench of money.

Everything was designed in sleek, cold black and white. There was a giant stone fountain in the center driveway spouting crystal clear water, and the massive penthouse building behind it looked like those ultra luxurious compounds I only ever saw on TikTok.

Places like this actually existed in real life? I took a quick look around and instantly counted at least fifteen guards stationed around the front yard, every single one of them wearing vests and holding actual guns.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart doing a little panic flop. I turned back and faced the tuxedo guy. "Sir?"

He stopped and looked down at me, his face totally unreadable.

"You wouldn't really gain much if you kidnapped me," I said, watching his eyes closely to see if he was about to pull a weapon. "I have no family... nobody is going to come looking for me. I am Just letting you know, okay?"

The guy suddenly laughed. A real, genuine chuckle that softened his scary face. "Don't worry, okay. We're not as bad as we look," he said, shaking his head. "By the way, my name is Noah."

He motioned with his hand for me to follow him up the wide marble steps. "I am Danny." I whispered back.

Minutes later, he ushered me into a huge, absurdly gorgeous bedroom. The floors were polished marble floors, a king-sized bed sat in the middle with silk sheets, and the ceiling had faint golden LED strip lights embedded in the corners.

"There are clothes in your size and style in the walk-in closet over there," Noah said, pointing toward a glass door. "Shower and dress up quickly. And remember, don't speak unless my boss speaks to you first."

He turned on his heel to walk out, but just as he was pulling the door shut, he paused and stepped right back inside.

"Wait. Please..." He lowered his voice, looking genuinely nervous for a second. "Don't tell my boss you were picked up off the side of the road."

I nodded immediately. "Don't worry. I am a great liar."

Noah let out a relieved breath, offered a small smile, and finally clicked the door shut.

Left entirely alone, I heaved a massive, exhausting sigh and sank onto the edge of the plush bed. It was so soft my whole body practically sank an inch.

It's just sex, I told myself, staring down at my dirty bare feet on the pristine rug. One time. One night. It can't hurt that much, right?

Sure, I was still a virgin. I had spent my whole life protecting myself from hungry alphas at the club and at school. But hey, selling it for a whole thousand dollars was way better than losing it to some silly alpha and omega bond. I had avoided being marked my entire life. I hated the idea of being trapped in that possessive, controlling bonding cage.

Fuck!

I slapped both hands over my face as a sudden, horrific realization hit my brain. My suppressants were in my stolen bag! What if my body decided to be a total traitor and my heat randomly spiked right now?!

I scrambled up, rushing into the bathroom to wash off the dirt and dried sweat. Less than thirty minutes later, I was showered and dried off. I picked out a simple pair of pink lounge shorts from the closet, combed out my damp blonde hair, and threw on a loose white crop top.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, picking at my fingernails, when it happened.

Knock. Knock.

The sudden, sharp sound made my heart drop straight into my stomach. My whole body stiffened.

"C..come in," I managed to squeak out, my voice betraying how terrified I actually was.

The bedroom door opened painfully slow...so slow and quiet that I started wondering if Noah was just playing a cruel joke on me from the hallway.

Then, a massive silhouette stepped slowly into the warm light of the room. He walked in with heavy, unhurried steps and clicked the door shut behind him, the lock engaging with a loud, final snap.

When he turned around to face me, the air in my lungs completely evaporated.

He was towering, built like a brick wall with broad, heavy shoulders. His dark hair was perfectly styled, liberally sprinkled with striking, distinguished silver strands near his temples.

He looked to be in his early forties, wearing tailored black trousers and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons casually undone, revealing a dusting of dark chest hair.

He stood there motionless, his piercing grey eyes locking onto me. He scanned me slowly, from my bare toes, up my legs, over my pink shorts, and straight to my face like a predator taking inventory of its prey.

The sheer, oppressive weight of his presence flooded the bedroom. It felt like the room instantly lost half its oxygen. A thick, dominant aura rolled off him in invisible waves, making the hair on my arms stand straight up and sending a paralyzing, icy thrill straight down my spine. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink properly.

"Where's... where's Noah?" I stammered out, taking one tiny, involuntary step backward until the back of my knees hit the makeup table.

Suddenly, his expression hardened. I had a feeling I'd just said the wrong thing.

Well, it seems you were expecting Noah, he said, shoving his hand into his pockets. "I assure you my cock is certainly bigger than Noah's."