Free Web NovelChapter 110: The Omega Has Been Assigned To Your Quarters
The pull was almost physical now. Like invisible hands reaching for her. Like the brothers themselves were in the room beyond that door, calling to her across the distance.
Her hands clenched into fists. Her nails bit into her palms. She forced herself to breathe slowly, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
Dora stopped in front of the door.
She turned to look at Lilith, and for a moment, her professional facade cracked. In her sharp eyes, Lilith saw something that looked almost like sympathy.
"Lilith," Dora said quietly. "What happens now...it’s not your fault. You understand that, right? You don’t have a choice in this. None of us do."
Lilith wanted to respond, wanted to say something, but her throat felt too tight. Too constricted.
"I care about you," Dora continued. "And I’m sorry I can’t do more. But this is pack law. This is alpha authority. And we are all bound by it."
She reached out and squeezed Lilith’s shoulder gently.
"You’re stronger than you think," Dora said. "You survived the contract once. You’ll survive this too."
It was meant to be comforting. But it wasn’t.
Dora gestured toward the door.
The message was clear: go.
Lilith stood at the threshold of the Blackwood quarters, her small bag held tight in her hands, her entire body trembling with fear and something else she couldn’t identify. Something that felt dangerously like anticipation.
Every instinct she had was screaming at her to run. To refuse. To find some way to escape this situation.
But there was nowhere to run. The guards were watching. Dora was watching. The Alpha’s orders were absolute and unquestionable. The Blackwoods had requested her, and she would be delivered.
There was no choice. There had never been a choice.
Lilith reached out and pushed open the heavy door.
The quarters were nothing like what she’d expected.
They were enormous, a sprawling suite designed for important guests. The main living space was luxurious: expensive furniture, a fireplace, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the compound grounds. The space screamed wealth and power.
But it was empty.
The brothers weren’t here.
Lilith stepped inside, her eyes scanning the space. Beyond the main living area, she could see doorways leading to what appeared to be bedrooms. A bathroom. Spaces designed for comfort and privacy.
This was their territory now. This was where they would expect her to serve them.
The door clicked closed behind her.
The sound was final. Absolute. The soft but unmistakable sound of a lock engaging. Not physically locking her in, she could leave if she truly wanted to risk the consequences, but making the message clear: she was here to stay.
Lilith stood in the center of the main room, her small bag of belongings hanging from her hand, and felt the weight of her situation settle over her like a physical force.
The bond was pulling at her constantly now. The closer she was to them, the stronger the pull became. It was like being underwater, like there was pressure on all sides of her body, like she was drowning in an ocean she couldn’t see but could definitely feel.
Her hands were shaking.
Her breathing was shallow.
Her mind was fragmented between memories of the contract, the dreams that had consumed her for weeks, and the reality of standing alone in a room that belonged to three alphas she’d tried so hard not to think about.
The rational part of her mind knew what was about to happen. They would arrive soon. They would see her. They would want her. And she would be unable to refuse them because she had no power, no choice.
Lilith set her small bag down on the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
She was trapped. Utterly and completely trapped.
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Nicholas sat in the leather chair near the window of his private room, his posture perfectly composed despite the storm raging beneath his skin.
Kael was pacing inside him, restless and focused. The wolf recognized their mate on the same territory now. Recognized that she was close. Close enough to reach. Close enough to claim.
But Kael also recognized Nicholas’s authority, and that authority was absolute.
The room was decorated in expensive minimalism...dark wood, clean lines, the kind of space that reflected Nicholas’s personality: controlled, powerful, impeccable. A mahogany desk occupied one corner. A small bar with premium liquor stood against the wall. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the compound grounds.
It was the room of a man who was used to being in command.
Sebastian was sprawled across the leather sofa, his body appearing relaxed in a way that was completely deceptive. His eyes were sharp, tracking everything. His fingers were tapping against the armrest in a steady rhythm that suggested barely contained energy.
Rhen was close to the surface in Sebastian’s eyes, the dark irises flickering with hints of amber. The wolf wanted to move. Wanted to claim. Wanted to feel their mate’s body against theirs.
But like Kael, Rhen recognized Nicholas’s leadership.
And Lucian, Lucian was pacing.
He moved back and forth across the room with the kind of predatory grace that suggested his wolf was very close to breaking free. His eyes kept flickering gold. His hands kept clenching and unclenching into fists. Every muscle in his body radiated coiled tension.
Zev was screaming inside him. The youngest brother’s wolf was barely contained by human flesh. The bond was pulling at him with an intensity that made his entire body ache. She was here. Their mate was here. On this compound. Close enough that Zev could practically smell her.
The three brothers had been waiting for nearly an hour since receiving the news that Garrett had agreed to their demand.
An hour of anticipation. An hour of tension. An hour of three alphas barely maintaining control.
The knock on the door came with sharp precision.
Callum entered without waiting for permission, the privilege of a trusted beta who understood that some conversations required speed over protocol.
"The omega has been assigned to your quarters, Alpha," Callum reported, his expression professional despite the obvious tension in the room. "She should have arrived by now."
