Chapter 4 : the contract

Sloane

“You need protection and only us can offer you that right now,” Hunter said out of the blue. I rolled my eyes, clearly not listening to him or anyone.

“No. What I need is to go back home.”

“Why? Let me remind you that they exiled you from your pack, so you're stuck with us,” Logan chimed in.

I can't stay here doing nothing. I have to fight; I have to get back to the people that caused all of this.

“Look, I know who did this. I know who omitted me and got me exiled.”

Dean moved closer, hands crossed over his big chest as he showed interest.

“Who?”

“Barry, my ex, and my former best friend, Kylie. They planned all of this and I am very sure. If you could call Kris and let him know.”

“He won't pick. He already sees you as good as dead,” Logan said this time.

“I agree with Logan. You need to stay here. We can offer you protection and everything you need,” he said.

I looked at all three of them, looming alphas of the Blackthorn pack. I had no clue Dean was a triplet and they all individually had an aura to them.

“On one condition,” Hunter said, just when I was about to speak.

“What condition?” I asked, my eyes narrowing at them. Dean was close now; his eyes trailed down to my legs and a sudden wave of consciousness flew through me.

“A little arrangement,” he said. The other two, walking to where I stood, took slow and steady strides until they got to me.

Dean’s jaw tightened. “Crimson Pack is under pressure. There are people watching your family, and there are people inside the pack making moves. Your exile was too convenient.”

“Convenient for who?” I asked, throat already dry.

His eyes held mine while he continued. “Some people want you gone, Sloane.”

“Don't you think I know that? I just got exiled and banished from my pack by my own brother. I watched my boyfriend and his bitch of a girlfriend mock me. So no, Dean, I have every idea of people that want me gone.”

“No,” he said. “I think you do know it but you don't understand how critical it is, and you still don't know the whole truth.”

I looked around the room, trying to gather myself, trying not to let the anger turn into fear. Because fear would make me weak. Fear would remind me of the way my mother looked through me. The way Kris kicked me away. The way Barry and Kylie smiled while they dragged me into the dirt.

They got so close I couldn't go forward. Somehow breathing suddenly became hard as I stared at all three of them.

“We can offer you protection and revenge on all of them, on one condition,” Dean said, his hands coming up to my face. I froze, trying my very best to stop myself from punching the air. Maybe I was just imagining it... maybe Dean hadn't just touched my face.

“What do you want?” I asked, lifting my chin so they couldn’t see that I was shaking.

Hunter stepped closer. “You… for ourselves,” he said, voice low and possessive. The look in his eyes was serious, matched by the grin that always made my heart flutter.

“For three months.” His words landed like a verdict.

“No freaking way.” I snapped the denial, but they simply closed in, patient and serious. A hand found my neck, claiming me, while the three of them loomed over me like predators circling their prey.

“You’ve got a real mouth on you, don’t you?” Dean murmured. “Those are our terms.”

“It’s you, or nothing, little one,” Logan pressed.

My throat tightened and swallowing became difficult. Dean shoved a paper and pen into my hands; I glanced down: a contract binding me to them for three months. Three months of being theirs. Three months to let them ruin me.

“No.” I moved away fast, just enough to be able to breathe. “I can't do this. What you are asking of me—”

I could barely form the words as bile rose in my throat. What was even worse was how they made me feel so close, how my body suddenly reacted to their proximity.

Like my pussy was begging to be fucked raw by them. The hairs on my body stood on end while I watched them watch me with precision.

“You've got to think of something else.”

“There’s nothing to think of,” Dean started. “We want you and we will pay you.”

“Pay me to be your sex slave,” I said.

“That's… that's–”

“What you want,” Hunter said. “You can feel it course through your veins. That feeling when we're near. That ache coursing through your veins. You want to know what I think?” He started toward me.

“I think that you crave this. You crave our touch just as much as we crave you. This is exclusive, and it is very flexible. You have the option to stop this whenever you please.”

A chill ran down my spine, heat crawling up from the pit of my stomach with ragged breathing as I tried to calm down. I tried to look at or think of anything else apart from these hot men standing in front of me.

“We can only give you two days to think about it,” Dean finally said this time.

“Sloane,” he said softly, like he knew exactly what to say to make me melt.

“The contract will be here until you make your decision.”