CHAPTER FIVE : The Deal
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“Stay with me.”
His words lingered in the air like a command.
Not a request.
Not a suggestion.
A decision already made.
My pulse pounded in my ears.
Stay with him?
The same man who could destroy me with a single word?
The same Alpha who already knew too much?
“No,” I said immediately, pulling my wrist free from his grip. “I don’t trust you.”
For a brief moment…
He said nothing.
Just watched me.
Then his expression shifted slightly—not anger.
Interest.
“You don’t have to trust me,” he replied calmly.
“You just have to survive.”
The words hit harder than I expected.
I hesitated.
Because despite everything…
He wasn’t wrong.
A distant movement flickered in the shadows behind him.
I instinctively stepped closer to him without thinking.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
His gaze lowered briefly toward me… then returned to the darkness.
His posture changed.
Slightly.
Protective.
Controlled.
“They’re not leaving,” he said quietly.
My throat tightened.
“Then what do we do?”
He turned to face me fully.
Now there was no distance between us.
No distractions.
Just him.
And me.
“Simple,” he said.
“You come with me.”
I frowned, shaking my head.
“Why would I do that?”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“Because if you don’t…”
A pause.
Then—
“You won’t make it out of this city alive.”
Silence.
The weight of his words pressed down on me.
Heavy.
Unforgiving.
I wanted to argue.
To reject him.
To run.
But the shadows around us shifted again.
Closer this time.
My breathing became uneven.
“…and with you?” I asked quietly.
His gaze locked onto mine.
Unwavering.
“With me,” he said…
“You stand a chance.”
A chance.
Not safety.
Not certainty.
Just… a chance.
My mind raced.
Trust him?
Or face whatever was out there alone?
My instincts screamed at me not to trust him.
But survival…
Survival told a different story.
“Why are you helping me?” I asked suddenly.
A flicker.
Just for a second.
Something crossed his face.
Then it was gone.
“You’re useful,” he said simply.
The answer stung more than it should have.
“Useful?” I repeated, my voice tightening.
He didn’t deny it.
“Rare Omegas don’t appear often,” he continued.
“And when they do…”
His eyes sharpened slightly.
“They become targets.”
My chest tightened.
So that’s it.
I wasn’t a person to him.
Just something valuable.
Something to protect… or use.
“And you?” I challenged quietly.
“What do you get out of this?”
For the first time—
He paused.
Not long.
But long enough.
Then he stepped closer.
Just enough to make my breath catch.
“I get control of the situation,” he said.
“And I don’t like things I can’t control.”
My stomach twisted.
Before I could respond—
A low voice echoed faintly from the darkness.
Closer now.
“They’re coming.”
His attention snapped away instantly.
His hand reached out—not forcefully this time—but firmly grasping my arm again.
“Decision time,” he said.
My heart pounded.
Run alone and risk everything…
Or go with him and step into the unknown.
I swallowed hard.
“…fine,” I whispered.
His grip tightened slightly—not in restraint.
But acknowledgment.
“Good choice.”
He began moving.
Pulling me with him.
Deeper into the shadows.
Away from the open streets.
Away from safety.
Toward something I didn’t understand.
As we moved, I glanced at him.
Studying him.
Trying to understand him.
And then I noticed it.
The way he kept glancing at me.
Not just checking surroundings.
Checking me.
Like he already knew something I didn’t.
Something important.
Something dangerous.
Something about what I was.
My breath slowed.
“…you already knew, didn’t you?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t look at me.
But his silence answered.
My heart skipped.
“You knew I was an Omega from the beginning.”
Still no response.
My grip tightened slightly.
“Then why didn’t you expose me?”
That question hung in the air.
Heavy.
Unanswered.
For the first time since I met him…
He didn’t reply immediately.
And that silence…
Was more terrifying than any answer.
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