Jade’s POV
I stared at Renzo like I hadn’t heard him properly.
The room felt smaller suddenly, the walls pressing in, the air thick and suffocating.
“So what do you say, Jade?” Renzo asked again, his voice calm, almost bored. A slow, deliberate smirk curved his lips, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Do we have a deal?”
Ronan laughed.
It wasn’t amused. It wasn’t warm. It was mocking, loud, echoing off the walls like he wanted to make sure I felt every ounce of it.
“Well?” he clapped his hands once, exaggerated. “What will it be now, Jade?” His eyes raked over like I was sothing he’d already torn apart in his head. “Will you finally give in to that filthy slutty little side of you and play our whore for a week?”
The word hit like a slap.
My wolf snarled, but not in anger.
In hunger. Hunger for them.
I hated her for it.
Ryder shook his head slowly, a humorless smile tugging at his mouth. “She won’t do it,” he said flatly. “She’s too much of a pretender. Always playing innocent.” His gaze hardened. “You just handed her the perfect excuse to keep the bond active while still acting like she’s so poor victim. It’s a win win for her. She’ll never ag...”
“I agree.”
The words were out of my mouth before my fear could catch them.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Three pairs of eyes snapped to .
Ronan stopped laughing.
Ryder’s mouth fell open just slightly.
Even Renzo looked montarily stunned.
“I agree,” I repeated, my voice steadier than I felt. My heart was racing so fast it hurt, but I forced myself to et their gazes. “One week.”
Ronan blinked. “You... agreed?”
Renzo tilted his head, studying like a puzzle he hadn’t expected to solve so quickly. “You understand what you’re agreeing to? You are going to be doing anything we want for one week, whether we want to send you on all the errands in the world or we want to fuck you and fill you up with our cocks, you will not have the liberty of refusing, do you understand that?” he asked coolly.
“I do.” My hands were trembling now, but I quickly hide them. “And I know I’m going to regret it.” My throat tightened, but I pushed through. “But I think that is still better than being stuck with the three of you for the rest of my life.”
Sothing dark flickered in Renzo’s eyes.
Then he smiled again.
“Deal,” he said simply. “See you in school today.”
That was it.
No ceremony. No confirmation. No rcy.
I turned, opened the door, and walked out before my knees could give in.
Every step back to the servant quarters felt heavier than the last.
The reality of what I’d just done settled over slowly, like a suffocating blanket. I’d agreed, agreed, to be used by the sa n who looked at like I was sothing vile. Who despised so deeply they couldn’t even pretend otherwise.
So why was my heart racing?
Why was my wolf pacing excitedly inside , tail high, humming with anticipation?
Stop, I told her. You’re sick.
But she didn’t listen.
She felt the bond. The pull. The twisted relief of proximity. The promise of attention, even cruel attention, over being discarded.
I felt filthy for it.
Ashad.
How could I be so weak? So desperate? Lusting after my own oppressors?
By the ti I reached our small room, my chest ached, not just from emotion, but from the wound beneath my hoodie. I stripped slowly, wincing as the fabric brushed the slash across my chest.
It had closed... mostly.
But it stung.
Badly.
In the bathroom, the water burned against it, and I sucked in a sharp breath, bracing myself against the wall. The "healing session" I was supposed to get from them this morning, never happened. I’d ruined that myself.
I laughed weakly under my breath.
It is worth it, I told myself. A week, Jade. Just survive a week.
I dressed carefully, hoodie back in place, hiding the pain like I always did.
Then I went to school.
I was late.
Of course I was. I missed the bus.
The teacher at the gate barely glanced at before handing down my punishnt. “First period,” she said curtly. “Basketball court. Clean it.”
I nodded silently.
It was easier not to argue.
I dropped my bag in my locker, grabbed the cleaning supplies from the janitor’s closet, and headed to the court.
The place was empty. Quiet.
I started sweeping, each movent sending a sharp reminder through my chest. I paused often, pressing a hand over the wound, forcing myself to breathe through it.
Breathe, my wolf urged softly.
“I am,” I whispered back, though it didn’t feel like enough.
The doors suddenly creaked open.
I froze.
Footsteps echoed across the court, slow, deliberate.
I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
My heart betrayed imdiately, pounding harder, faster, traitorously.
Ronan. Ryder. Renzo.
They walked toward like they owned the place.
Like they owned .
“Uh....” My voice ca out smaller than I intended. “Hey?”
My wolf practically purred.
I hated her.
Ryder looked over lazily, his gaze sharp and assessing. “Remove your skirt.”
My breath hitched.
“What?” I whispered.
“You heard him,” Ronan said coolly. “Rember the deal. You don’t get choices.”
I looked to Renzo instinctively.
He didn’t stop them.
He didn’t help .
He only watched.
The court felt suddenly too open, too exposed. My face burned, heat flooding my cheeks, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
I shouldn’t want this.
But part of did.
That realization scared more than anything.
My hands shook as I obeyed, sliding my skirt down to my ankles, every second stretching painfully long.
"Your panties too" Ryder said
"Yeah, we want you butt naked" Ronan added
I looked towards Renzo for help but once again his face remained impassive and cold.
And I knew I had no choice, I signed up for this.
And so shafuly, my hands went to my waist and I slid my panties down.
The cold hit my naked but and my cheek flushed.
I barely had ti to process it when hurried footsteps echoed from outside the court.
Laughter. Voices.
The basketball team is approaching the court and I am butt naked.
Panic surged through .
I moved instinctively to cover myself....
“Don’t.”
Renzo’s voice was quiet, lethal.
“If you move without our permission,” he said calmly, “the deal is off.”
I froze.
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