The Pact Of Five

CHAPTER 3: FIVE VS. ONE**

The door *clicks* shut.

Silence.

*f*****g* silence.

I press my back against the wall, my breath *raging*, my heart *pounding*. The room is *too* big, *too* dark, *too* *f*****g* luxurious for a prison.

But that’s what this is.

A *prison*.

A *gilded cage*.

And I’m the *f*****g* bird inside it.

I slide down the wall, my ass hitting the carpet, my hands *trembling*. The silk dress is *ruined*—torn from Knox’s *claws*, stained with my *blood* from where Micah *healed* me. My wrist still *aches*, the skin *tender* under his touch.

*f**k* him.

*f**k* all of them.

The door *creaks* open.

I *tense*, my claws *extending*, my voice a snarl. *"Get the *f**k* out—"*

But it’s not them.

It’s *her*.

A *maid*—young, *frightened*, her dark eyes wide. She *flinches* as she sees me, her voice a whisper. *"M-Miss? The alphas sent me to… to help you."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I don’t *need* help."*

She *nods*, her hands *trembling* as she sets down a tray—*food*, *water*, a *change of clothes*. *"They said… they said you’d need this."*

I glare at the tray, my voice a snarl. *"Poisoned?"*

Her dark eyes *widen*, her voice a whisper. *"N-No, miss! I—I wouldn’t—"*

I *scoff*, my voice a snarl. *"Right. Because *you* care so much about what happens to me."*

She *flinches* again, her voice a whisper. *"I… I just do what I’m told, miss."*

I *laugh*, a dark, *bitter* sound. *"Don’t we all?"*

She doesn’t *move*. Doesn’t *breathe*. Just *stares* at me, her dark eyes *wide*, her body *trembling*.

I *sigh*, my voice a growl. *"Fine. *Leave* it. And *get out*."*

She *nods*, *bowing* as she backs away. *"Y-Yes, miss. *Sorry*, miss."*

And then she’s *gone*, the door *clicking* shut behind her.

I *stare* at the tray, my stomach *growling*. *f**k* it. I’m *starving*.

I *grab* the plate, *devouring* the food—*meat*, *bread*, *fruit*. It’s *good*. Too *good*. Like they’re *trying* to *butter* me up.

*Assholes.*

I finish, *licking* my fingers clean, my voice a snarl. *"Pathetic."*

And then the door *bursts* open.

*All five* of them.

Knox is *first*, his dark eyes *black* with lust, his voice a growl. *"You *ate*."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"So the *f**k* what?"*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"So we *know* you’re not *starving* anymore."* His dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"Now we can *f**k* you properly."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"In your *dreams*, asshole."*

Zane steps forward, his gray eyes *cold*, his posture *rigid*. *"Enough. We need to *talk*."*

Jax *laughs*, his gray eyes *wild*, his smirk *wicked*. *"Talk? *Boring*."*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"Yeah. Let’s *skip* to the *fun* part."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark command. *"We *need* to talk. About the *baby*."*

Silence.

*f*****g* silence.

The word *hangs* in the air, *heavy*, *toxic*.

The *baby*.

*Shit.*

Knox’s dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"What *baby*?"*

Zane’s gray eyes are *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"The *one* she’s carrying. *Our* baby."*

I *freeze*.

*Fuck.*

*f**k, f**k, fuck.*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"You’re *pregnant*?"*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I—I don’t *know*—"*

Jax’s gray eyes *widen*, his voice a dark caress. *"Oh, this just got *interesting*."*

Micah’s smirk is *wicked*, his voice a whisper. *"And *complicated*."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"And *dangerous*."*

Knox’s dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"Whose is it?"*

The room *tenses*.

*Fuck.*

I glare at them, my voice a snarl. *"I don’t *f*****g* know, okay? I just *found out*."*

Zane’s gray eyes are *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"When?"*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"Today. The *doctor* told me before… before *you* idiots *kidnapped* me."*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"And you didn’t *think* to *mention* it?"*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"I didn’t *think* you’d give a *f**k*!"*

His dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"We *always* give a *f**k*, omega."*

Jax’s gray eyes are *wild*, his voice a dark caress. *"Especially about *our* baby."*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"And *our* omega."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"We need to *figure this out*."*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"We *will*."* His hand *snaps* out, his fingers wrapping around my throat, his grip *tight*, *possessive*. *"But first… we need to *settle* something."*

Zane’s gray eyes are *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"The *paternity*."*

Jax’s smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark caress. *"Yeah. Who’s the *daddy*?"*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"My money’s on *me*."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"Or *me*."*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"Or *me*."*

And then *all hell breaks loose*.

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Knox *lunges* at Zane, his dark eyes *black* with rage. *"You *think* you can *claim* her? *My* omega?"*

Zane *dodges*, his gray eyes *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"She’s not *yours*, Knox. Not *yet*."*

Jax *laughs*, his gray eyes *wild*, his smirk *wicked*. *"Oh, this is *gonna* be *fun*."*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"I’ll take *odds* on who wins."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"This isn’t *helping*."*

Knox *swings*, his fist *connecting* with Zane’s jaw. *"f**k *helping*! She’s *mine*!"*

Zane *stumbles*, but *recovers*, his gray eyes *black* with rage. *"She’s *ours*, you *i***t*!"*

Jax *jumps* between them, his gray eyes *wild*, his voice a dark caress. *"Enough! We’re *fighting* over a *baby* that might not even be *ours* yet!"*

Silence.

*f*****g* silence.

I *laugh*, a dark, *bitter* sound. *"Pathetic."*

They all *turn* to me, their dark eyes *burning*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*.

Knox’s dark eyes are *black*, his voice a growl. *"What did you *say*?"*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I said you’re *pathetic*. You’re *fighting* like *dogs* over a scrap of *meat*."* I gesture to them, my voice a snarl. *"You’re *alphas*, right? *Leaders*? *Kings*?"* I *laugh*, a dark, *mocking* sound. *"You’re *acting* like *pups* fighting over a *toy*."*

Jax’s gray eyes *flash*, his voice a dark caress. *"We’re *not* fighting over a *toy*, little omega. We’re fighting over *you*."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"And *what*? You think *fighting* over me is gonna *win* me over?"* I *laugh*, a dark, *bitter* sound. *"You think I *want* to be *fought* over like I’m some kind of *f*****g* prize?"*

Zane’s gray eyes are *cold*, his voice a dark command. *"You *are* a prize, omega. The *rarest* kind."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I’m a *f*****g* person. And I *hate* all of you."*

Micah’s brown eyes *gleam*, his voice a whisper. *"No, you *don’t*."*

Cole’s green eyes are *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"You *want* us. You just don’t *want* to *admit* it."*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"And we *want* you. All of us."* His hand *tightens* around my throat, his grip *possessive*, his dark eyes *black* with lust. *"And we’re *not* letting you go."*

I glare at him, my voice a snarl. *"You *don’t* own me."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"Oh, little omega…"* His other hand *slides* up my thigh, his fingers *digging* into my skin, his touch *burning*. *"…we *do*."*

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And then *all five* of them are *on* me.

Knox’s mouth *crashes* onto mine, his tongue *forcing* its way past my lips, his teeth *nipping* at my bottom lip. His hand *tightens* around my throat, his grip *possessive*, his dark eyes *black* with lust.

Zane’s hands *find* my waist, his grip *tight*, his gray eyes *cold* as he *pulls* me against him. *"You’re *ours*, omega. *All* of ours."*

Jax’s fingers *slide* into my hair, his grip *tight*, his gray eyes *wild* as he *tilts* my head back. *"And we’re *gonna* *prove* it."*

Micah’s mouth *finds* my neck, his teeth *nipping* at my skin, his brown eyes *gleaming* as he *sucks* at my pulse point. *"Starting *now*."*

Cole’s hands *slide* up my thighs, his grip *gentle* but *possessive*, his green eyes *dark* as he *pushes* my dress up. *"No more *fighting*, omega. Just *us*."*

I *hate* it.

I *love* it.

I *want* it.

*Fuck.*

Knox *pulls* back, his dark eyes *black* with lust, his voice a growl. *"On your *knees*, omega."*

I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"f**k you."*

His smirk is *dark*, his voice a dark promise. *"Oh, you *will*, little omega."* His hand *tightens* around my throat, his grip *possessive*, his dark eyes *black* with lust. *"But first…"* His other hand *slides* to the back of my neck, his grip *tight*, his voice a growl. *"…you’re gonna *learn* your *place*."*

And then he *shoves* me to my knees.

*Hard.*

My knees *hit* the carpet, the impact *jarring*, my breath *catching*. I glare up at them, my voice a snarl. *"You’re *all* *dead* men."*

Knox’s dark eyes *burn* into mine, his voice a growl. *"No, little omega…"* His hand *finds* my chin, his grip *tight*, his dark eyes *black* with lust. *"…we’re *alive* men. And you’re gonna *make* us *feel* it."*

**END OF CHAPTER 3**