Free Web NovelChapter 507: Ours is a strong word, Seo-Jun
Ki-hoon had stayed on me the entire time.
Even when the room was spinning, and the others were taking what they wanted, Ki-hoon’s gaze never wavered. When he had finally moved over me, his touch wasn’t like the others. It wasn’t the brutal, territorial claim Seo-Jun had made.
Ki-hoon had moved with a steady, rhythmic pressure that felt almost... careful. As he thrust into me, he didn’t look at me like a prize or a secret he’d finally uncovered. He looked at me as if I were someone he’d known for years. As if I were his lover, and this was a homecoming rather than a desperate act of heat-fueled survival.
I looked at the ceiling, my breath hitching as the soreness in my hips flared. I had wanted to be a wallflower. I had wanted to crawl on the wall where no one would notice me.
Now, I was lying in a luxury suite, pinned down by the kings of the school, and the ’monk’ who had taken my first kiss was currently draped over my side like he never intended to let me go.
My life wasn’t just ruined. It had been completely rewritten.
The silence in the room was heavy, smelling of different Pheromones mixed together, sweat, and that expensive suite air-conditioning.
But among the four Alphas, it was Ki-hoon who woke up first.
He didn’t move much, but I felt the shift in his weight. He was already looking at me, his dark eyes clear and awake as if he’d been guarding my sleep. He didn’t have that post-sex smugness the others would probably show; he just looked at me with a quiet, intense gravity that made my stomach do a slow flip.
I didn’t know why he was looking at me like that—like I was something precious he’d finally gotten his hands on—but it made my heart race for all the wrong reasons.
It was Seo-Jun, of course, who broke the peace. He groaned, stretching his tanned arms over his head before his hand snaked back out to clamp firmly over my hip, pinning me into the mattress.
"Don’t even think about it, kitten," Seo-Jun rasped, his voice gravelly with sleep. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking at the other three with a sharp, territorial glint in his eyes. "He’s not sneaking back to that janitor closet of a room. He’s ours now. We made that pretty clear last night, didn’t we?"
Jin-Yeok sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy blond hair. His "gentleman" mask was back in place, but his eyes stayed predatory as they swept over the marks on my skin.
"Ours is a strong word, Seo-Jun," Jin-Yeok said, his voice smooth despite the early hour. "But he certainly isn’t going anywhere. Not after the scent he’s carrying now. Every Alpha in a three-block radius should know exactly who he belongs to when they smell his scent."
I felt a chill run down my spine. Belong to? I wasn’t a piece of property. I tried to pull the sheets higher, but Seo-Jun’s grip on my hip only tightened, reminding me that I was physically outmatched.
"He was always going to end up here," Ki-hoon said, his voice low and final, cutting off Seo-Jun’s bragging. He reached out, his thumb grazing my jaw with a softness that felt completely out of place in this room.
I stared up at him, my breath hitching. I didn’t understand him. He wasn’t acting like a guy who had just won a bet or caught a rare prize. freēwebnovel.com
He looked at me with an intensity that felt like it had been building up for a long time. I didn’t know why I was the one he’d chosen to focus on, but the weight of his gaze told me one thing for sure.
Ki-hoon wasn’t just playing a game. And whatever he wanted from me, he wasn’t going to let me go until he got it.
"I have to go to class," I whispered, my voice sounding pathetic even to my own ears.
Seo-Jun laughed, a short, sharp sound against my ear. "Class? Kitten, you can barely walk. You’re staying right here. We have a lot more to discuss than French verb conjugations."
"No, I... I have to," I stammered, my voice sounding thin and shaky in the vastness of the suite. frёewebηovel.cѳm
My brain was already racing, cataloging every person who might have seen the Alphas carrying me out of the party the night before. I could practically hear the whispers already.
The way the music had dipped, the way the crowd had parted—everyone saw. Just what sort of rumors were spreading right now? I was probably the lead story in every group chat in the school.
I needed to hurry up and leave. If I stayed even a minute longer, the rumors would only get worse, more distorted, more permanent.
But then I paused, a cold realization sinking into my gut.
What if the ones intentionally creating the rumors were these guys themselves?
I turned to look at them, my eyes landing on Seo-Jun. He was still propped up on his elbow, looking entirely too comfortable in the wreckage of the morning.
He seemed very likely—and more than capable—of that feat. He’d probably love the chaos, watching everyone scramble while he sat back and claimed me in front of the whole world.
"Why are you looking at me like that, kitten?" Seo-Jun asked, his grin widening into something sharp and dangerous. "Worried about your reputation? I’d say that ship sailed the second we walked into the lobby with you in our arms."
I gripped the edge of the sheets, my heart thudding against my ribs. I looked at Jin-Yeok, who was calmly watching the exchange, and then at Ki-hoon.
"Did you... Did any of you say anything?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"We don’t need to say anything," Jin-Yeok replied, leaning back against the headboard with a faint, chilling smile. "The fact that you’re in our bed speaks loud enough. Anyone with a nose knows whose scent you’re wearing now. Leaving won’t change that."
I felt trapped. Not just by the hands pinning me down, but by the invisible net they’d thrown over my entire life. They weren’t just keeping me in the room; they were making it so I had nowhere else to go.
