“—I won’t just kill you.”
My voice dropped a bit more.
Certain.
“I’ll tear this place apart piece by piece, and I’ll make sure every single one of you understands exactly what it feels like to be hunted before I’m done.”
A pause.
Then, quieter—
“They’re not yours to touch.”
Silence fell.
Real silence this time.
Not the polite, controlled quiet from before.
Not the obedient stillness of men waiting to spend money.
And for a second—just a second—
I smelled fear rolling off in waves.
And not from the women.
Then someone laughed.
Of course there had to be a dumb one in the lot.
There’s always one.
“Big words for a buyer,” one of the alphas sneered, stepping forward like he thought this was his moment, like he thought he was about to put me back in place, cracking his neck, rol
