Jade’s POV
I stood there, my spine straight, my chest still aching beneath my hoodie, waiting for an answer that would finally end this nightmare.
For a heartbeat, no one spoke.
Then Ronan laughed.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t amused. It was loud, sharp, cruel, echoing off the walls as he threw his head back and clapped his hands together slowly, mockingly, like I’d just perford the best joke he’d heard all year
Ryder and Renzo both stiffened.
Ryder’s brows shot up in disbelief. Renzo’s eyes narrowed, his posture shifting subtly, like he was reassessing .
Ronan stepped forward, still clapping.
“Well,” he said with a grin that made my stomach twist, “that was a good one, Jade. Truly.” His eyes dragged over with open disdain. “You never really run out of sches to make yourself the center of attention, do you?”
My brows knitted together. “I don’t understand,” I said honestly.
He scoffed. “Of course you don’t.”
Ronan stopped in front of , towering, his presence heavy and suffocating. “Because I warned you yesterday,” he continued coldly, “to stay away from . From my brothers. From Linda.” His eyes glead with sothing dark. “So you thought you’d be clever. You thought if you ca here first and asked us to reject you, we’d see you as timid. Innocent. Poor little Jade, begging to be cast aside.”
My heart pounded.
“That if you played the victim hard enough,” he went on, “we wouldn’t have the heart to reject you anymore.”
“That’s not....”
“But you are very wrong,” Ronan cut in sharply. “Very wrong.” His lips curled. “Because I am more than ready to reject you. Right here. Right now.”
Sothing inside snapped.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think my ‘sche’ is, Ronan,” I said, my voice shaking but loud. “And I am done being the villain in a story I don’t even understand!”
They all froze.
“You three claim you despise ,” I continued, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Then fucking reject and stay the hell away from !”
The words rang through the room.
Ryder moved before I could even blink.
One second he was across the room, the next, his hand was around my throat, his grip brutal as he slamd backward until my spine hit the wall.
The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp.
“For soone whose life we saved just yesterday,” Ryder snarled, his face inches from mine, “you’ve really got so nerve.”
My fingers clawed weakly at his wrist, panic flaring hot and fast.
“You say you’re a villain in a story you don’t understand,” he went on furiously. “Oh, you understand perfectly well, Jade. You’re just pretending not to.”
My head spun.
“Unless,” he hissed, tightening his grip just enough to make my vision blur, “you are literally the biggest slut to ever exist, there is absolutely no way you wouldn’t rember fucking all the guys in the soccer team in one night.”
The words hit harder than his hand ever could.
Fucking the guys on the soccer team?
“And now,” Ryder finished venomously, “you’re claiming you don’t rember? Enough of playing the victim card.”
He released abruptly.
I collapsed against the wall, coughing, dragging in air like I’d nearly drowned.
“What?” I croaked.
My throat burned. My chest scread.
“Fuvking everyone on the soccer team?” I repeated hoarsely. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I ant it. Every word cause I never did such a thing.
Ronan stepped forward again, his face hard, his patience clearly gone.
“Enough,” he snapped. “Enough of your acts. Enough of your drama.”
He stared at like I was sothing rotten.
“We know what you did,” he said flatly. “And you know what you did. So slip off the mask of innocence already.”
My hands shook.
“I don’t know what you think I did,” I said, my voice cracking, “but you’re wrong.”
Ryder laughed bitterly and shook his head. “Your re sight disgusts , Jade.”
That one hurt more than I expected.
“You want a rejection?” he continued coldly. “I am more than happy to give you one. There’s no universe in which I’d ever accept you as my mate for life"
He turned toward Renzo sharply. “Let’s reject her brother. Right now.”
My heart stuttered.
Renzo, who had been leaning against the couch the entire ti, silent, watching, finally straightened.
The room seed to hold its breath.
He took one slow step toward .
Then another.
His gaze locked onto mine, dark and unreadable. Unlike Ronan’s rage or Ryder’s fury, Renzo’s calm was terrifying.
“We are not rejecting you,” he said quietly.
My breath hitched despite myself.
Ryder spun toward him. “What?”
Ronan’s head snapped in Renzo’s direction. “Renzo.”
Renzo didn’t look at them. He kept his eyes on , his voice steady, deliberate.
“Because,” he continued, “I am not willing to let you go just yet.”
My wolf stirred uneasily inside .
“And if you are that desperate,” Renzo said, “for us to reject you...” His lips curved into sothing that wasn’t a smile. “Then let’s make a deal.”
Cold crept down my spine.
“For the next one week,” he said evenly, “you beco our slutty whore, and we’ll use and discard you whenever we want.”
Ryder stiffened. Ronan’s eyes glead with interest.
“At the end of the week,” Renzo finished, “we reject you. Publicly. Completely. And you walk away free.”
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