Entangled with the Alpha Brothers.

THE LAST OF MY DIGNITY.

Amanda POV

And there I was, standing in front of something I could call double destruction. The word still echoed in the silence I had created. Even my thoughts felt heavier than the silence. The word hung there, heavy and unavoidable, like a challenge thrown at something far bigger than me. Judging by the way the atmosphere darkened, I had just made a very dangerous mistake.

Alpha Noir didn't move. He didn't need to. His eyes were still locked on mine, unreadable.

"Amanda..."

My name came out lower this time. Not louder, but firm and controlled.

My heart slammed painfully against my ribs, but I forced myself not to look away. If I did, I knew—instinctively—I would lose something I wouldn’t be able to take back.

“I said no,” I repeated, my voice trembling despite my effort to steady it. A ripple tore through the crowd.

“She just refused him…”

“Is she insane?”

“That’s Alpha Noir…”

“I know who he is,” I snapped suddenly, the words breaking out of me before I could stop them.

Everyone went silent, not because of him, but because of me.

I swallowed hard, realizing too late what I had done: raised my voice, spoken out of turn, challenged something I had no right to challenge. But it was too late to take it back.

“Then you understand what you’re refusing,” Noir said. There was no anger in his tone. That scared me more than if there had been.

“I understand enough,” I shot back, my chest rising and falling too quickly. “I’m not something you can just take because you decided to step in at the right moment.”

A flicker passed through his eyes. It felt sharp and dangerous, but he remained controlled.

“You think this is about timing?” he asked quietly.

“I think this is about control,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “And I’ve had enough of people deciding what I am without asking me.”

A murmur of surprise spread again; it was quieter this time, more cautious. No one expected me to speak like this. Not the omega. Not the girl who kept her head down. But not anymore; I can't stand being humiliated.

For a moment, Noir said nothing.

And then…

“Your refusal changes nothing.”

My stomach dropped.

“What?”

“The bond does not break because you deny it,” he continued, his voice steady and unshaken. “It only becomes… complicated.”

Complicated? I thought.

A strange, sharp pressure suddenly flared in my chest. I gasped.

My hand flew to my heart as something invisible tightened inside me, like threads pulling, stretching, connecting me in between. My head snapped up.

Behind Noir, the other two stood still. But I could feel them. I didn’t understand how, but I could.

One felt like ice: controlled, distant, resisting.

The other… quiet and dark. He was quiet, just watching.

My breath hitched.

“What is this?” I whispered, panic rising within me. “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Noir said. “This is what you are.”

“No…” I shook my head, stumbling back a step. “No, this isn’t normal. This isn’t…”

“Amanda.”

The new voice cut through everything—sharper and colder. I looked past Noir to the one who had spoken.

The second Alpha.

His gaze was fixed on me, his expression tight with something that looked dangerously close to anger.

“This is a mistake,” he said, not to me—but to Noir.

Finally, someone has said something sensible.

Relief surged through me.

“Yes,” I said quickly, turning toward him. “Exactly. This is a mistake. I don’t know what this is, but it’s wrong…”

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” The words sliced cleanly.

My voice died in my throat.

Of course. Of course he wasn’t.

“You made this decision without consulting us,” he continued, his eyes never leaving Noir. “Without understanding the consequences.”

“I understand them perfectly,” Noir replied.

“No, you don’t,” the second Alpha snapped. “Or you wouldn’t have chosen her.”

The word hit harder than it should have.

Her. Did he just refer to me as her? He didn't even say my name.

Just… her.

Something inside me twisted painfully. I should have expected it. I should have been used to it. But after everything that had just happened, it still hurt.

“She’s an omega,” he went on, his voice colder now. “A disgraced one at that. The pack will never accept this.”

“I don’t need the pack to accept it,” Noir said.

“You need stability,” he countered. “You need strength. Not…”

“Enough.”

The single word ended the argument instantly. Noir hadn’t raised his voice, but the authority in it was absolute. The second Alpha’s jaw tightened, but he fell silent.

Tension crackled between them.

“You’re wrong.”

The third voice was softer, but it cut through just as cleanly.

I turned my head slowly toward his direction.

The third Alpha stepped forward. He hadn’t spoken before, hadn’t done anything except watch.

But now…

Now his eyes were on me.

Something else. Something I couldn’t name.

“She’s not what you think,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine.

A strange shiver ran down my spine.

“What is that supposed to mean?” the second Alpha demanded.

But the third didn’t answer him.

He just kept looking at me.

Like he saw something I didn’t. And for some reason… that terrified me more than everything else combined.

“This is getting out of control.”

The elder’s voice broke through the tension.

All eyes diverted toward the front.

Silvia.

Even I felt the weight of her presence, her quiet authority that made even Alpha’s pause. Her gaze moved slowly across everyone present. Taking in me, Noir, the brothers, even the crowd as well. I noticed how she was calculating, understanding and deciding at the back of her mind.

“This bond…” Silvia said carefully, “is not ordinary.”

No one argued when she spoke. Basically, no one dared to.

“It should not have manifested like this. Not publicly. Not… across three.”

Three.

Hearing it out loud made it real and worse for me.

“What are you saying?” Noir asked.

Silvia’s gaze landed on me.

And for a brief, unsettling moment… She looked at me with recognition rather than kindness.

“You know what I’m saying,” she replied.

Something passed between them. I noticed it—something I wasn’t a part of. Fear curled tightly in my chest.

“What… what does that mean?” I asked, my voice smaller now despite myself.

No one answered immediately. And that silence? It was worse than anything they could have said.

“It means,” Silvia finally spoke, “this cannot continue like this.”

My pulse spiked.

“Then end it,” I said quickly. “If it’s wrong… if it’s not supposed to happen… then just end it. Make all this stop, please.”

Silvia’s eyes flickered. Almost… pitying.

“If it were that simple, child,” she said quietly, “we would not be standing here.”

I felt a twitch in my stomach.

“Then what happens?” I asked.

Silvia straightened slightly.

The air seemed to still in anticipation.

“We remove you from the equation.”

The words didn’t make sense to me at first.

“Remove me?” I repeated.

“What?” I whispered.

“You will leave the pack,” she continued, her tone calm, final. “Immediately.”

The world tilted.

“Leave?” My voice cracked. “Where would I…?”

“The human world.”

The crowd erupted again in shock and confusion. I barely heard them.

The human world?

I had never…I couldn’t…

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, I can’t just go there. I don’t know anything about…”

“It is not a request,” she said.

“You will be safer there,” she added. “Away from the bond. Away from the instability it creates.”

Safer?

This didn’t feel like safety; this felt like being erased.

“They can’t do that.”

The low voice came from behind me.

I turned.

It was Noir. His expression had changed.

The control was still there…but beneath it… something darker stirred within him.

“They can,” Silvia replied calmly. “And they will.”

Tension filled the air immediately.

“Then I’m going with her.” The words dropped like thunder.

The entire clearing froze. Even Silvia looked surprised.

“Noir…” the second Alpha started.

“You will do no such thing,” Silvia cut in sharply.

“I’m not asking for permission,” Noir said.

Power surged in the air again. It was thick and suffocating.

“You will not abandon the pack for this,” she said, her voice hard now.

“I am not abandoning anything,” he replied. “I’m protecting what’s mine.”

Mine. The word sent a strange, confusing pulse through my chest.

“No,” I said immediately, shaking my head. “No, you’re not coming with me. I didn’t agree to any of this. I don’t want…”

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said.

Something snapped inside of me.

“I always get to decide what happens to me!” I shot back, my voice breaking under the weight of everything crashing down at once.

Silvia watched me carefully. And then…

“You leave at dawn,” she said.

Dawn.

That was only hours away. Is my life some pedal? Everything I had ever known, every pain, every memory, every piece of my life—

Gone.

Just like that.

“And she will not go alone,” Silvia added.

My head snapped up.

“What?”

A slow, deliberate pause followed.

As if she understood exactly what she was about to do. Exactly what it would cause.

And then she continued… “One of them will go with her.”

My pulse pounded in my ears.

One of them?

Which one?

Why?

And, most importantly, what did that mean for me?

I looked between them.

Noir.

The second Alpha… tense, resisting.

The third…

Still watching me. Still too quiet and unreadable.

Silvia’s voice cut through the air one more time.

“The decision,” she said, “will be made before sunrise.”

My breath caught.

And just like that…

My fate no longer belonged to me at all.