Chapter 4 What Are You Doing With A Lowlife

Chapter 4– What Are You Doing With A Lowlife?

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I looked up, hope flickering in my chest.

"Thank you, sir! I'll bring the guards right now. They'll explain everything-"

"I don't care," he cut in, eyes sharp like blades. "You said you came with guards? Good. You have five minutes. Bring them."

I froze. My stomach dropped.

"Y-yes, sir," I stammered, backing away.

"Your time starts now."

I turned and ran.

My shoes slapped the cold floor as I sprinted down the hall, heart racing like a drum. I had to find them. I had to prove I wasn't some freak who barged in to watch the Alpha naked.

But as soon as I hit the hallway-

I stopped.

Oh no.

I didn't know where to go.

I didn't know this place. I didn't know the guards' names. I didn't know where they stayed or who to ask.

Panic climbed up my throat.

The halls stretched out forever-walls, doors, no signs, no directions. People passed by, cold and silent, not even glancing at me.

I stood there, useless, heart pounding, hands slick with sweat.

"What do I do?" I whispered.

If I didn't return with proof, would he hurt me? Kill me?

I started walking, fast, peeking through open doors, looking down every hallway. But everything looked the same. Stone. Wood..

I was lost.

My throat tightened.

"Breathe," I told myself. "You can do this. Just breathe."

But I couldn't.

Tears blurred my eyes. My chest felt like it was caving in.

I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

I suddenly remembered that I need to be back in the room in within five minutes.

"Moon Goddess... it's been five minutes, hasn't it?"

I stopped.

Then I ran back.

I needed to get back before he decided I was lying.

I reached the door, heart crashing in my chest.

I didn't knock.

I pushed it open and burst in.

And froze.

He was still naked.

Facing me.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them.

His chest. His abs. His-

Oh gods.

Hard muscle. Sharp lines. Skin that looked like it was made of fire and fury. That deep V on his hips should be illegal.

He looked like a war god sculpted by anger and arrogance.

And I just... stared.

Until he spoke.

"You could stop drooling and get your eyes off my dick."

I gasped, whipping my head away so fast my neck popped.

"I-I'm sorry, sir! I didn't mean to-I thought you'd be dressed-I wasn't trying to-"

"If you'd knocked," he said coldly, "you wouldn't have seen me like this."

I swallowed hard. My legs were shaking.

"You didn't knock the first time," he said, stepping closer. "And now you've come back, still no knock. And you expect me to believe you're not the one spying on me?"

"I swear on my dead parents," I cried, my voice cracking as my knees hit the floor. "I wasn't spying, sir. I swear on everything I have left."

My forehead nearly touched the cold floor. I was shaking so badly I could barely breathe.

Silence.

Then he spoke.

"Shameful," he said. "Your parents are dead, and you're out here throwing their names around like they mean something. The way you act... I doubt they're even resting in peace."

The words hit me like a punch.

He didn't know them. He didn't know me. And still, he used their deaths like they were some cheap joke.

I bit my lip hard.

"How should I deal with you?"

I stayed quiet, head low as my heart was pounding.

He chuckled.

"Come on, give me suggestions. You're already neck-deep in trouble. Help me decide your punishment."

My stomach twisted. What was I supposed to say?

Yes sir, break my bones? Take my life? Throw me into a furnace?

Tears spilled down my face.

"Please," I whispered. "I didn't mean to. I was scared. I rushed. I didn't think. Please... let me go. I still need to meet the Alpha."

His eyes narrowed.

"Why should I forgive you?" he asked. "One good reason."

I had none.

My whole body was trembling. My knees ached. My fingers were clenched so tight they hurt.

"Do you even know the punishment," he said, his voice sharp and slow, "for barging in on someone important, naked-twice?"

I shook my head.

He gave me a cruel smile.

"We cut off your fingers. One at a time. The same ones you refused to use to knock."

I gasped, pulling my hands to my chest like someone was already reaching for them.

"No. Please... my hands-my body-it's all I have. Please don't..."

I collapsed fully, chest on the floor, begging like my life depended on it. Because it did.

"Please, sir! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. I'll knock a thousand times. Just don't hurt me. Don't take my fingers. Please..."

He said nothing. Like my fear was a show, and he was just enjoying the front row seat.

Then suddenly-

"LOOK at me," he barked, voice loud enough to rattle the walls.

I froze.

"I said LOOK AT ME!"

I lifted my head slowly, afraid.

And there he was.

Still naked.

I turned my eyes away instantly, face burning. Why won't he cover himself? A towel? A rag? Anything?

I forced my gaze upward-finally locking eyes with him.

His stare was dark.

"You have two options," he said. "Because frankly, I don't care what your name is."

I swallowed hard.

"One... I take you to the pack chamber right now and report you for spying."

My blood ran cold.

"Or..." he said, his voice lowering, "you apologize on my own way"

My brain stopped.

Apologize... his way?

No. He couldn't mean that, could he?

But his smile told me everything.

"P-please," I whispered, barely able to speak. "What... what way?"

"Let me go," I begged again. "I'll knock a million times next time. I swear. Just don't do this."

But he only smiled.

"I'm not letting you go," he said calmly. "And you'll find out what I mean... very soon."

Then he started walking toward me.

Still naked.

My heart leapt into my throat.

I scrambled to my feet, stumbling backward. He kept coming. Closer. Slower.

My back hit the door.

I reached for the handle-twisting, pulling-but it wouldn't open.

Tears blurred my vision.

"Please..." I whispered. "Moon Goddess... not like this."

He stood inches from me now.

His chest was bare and wet, muscles sharp and hard. His hair clung to his forehead, dripping slightly. His breath was warm on my skin.

And his lips... full. Soft..

I hated how perfect he looked.

He leaned in, his face close enough to touch.

My whole body froze.

"So," he whispered, eyes locked on mine. "Are you ready to pay... in kind?"

I couldn't answer.

I didn't want to pay anything.

I just wanted out.

He leaned even closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself.

Is he going to kiss me? Is that what this is?

But instead...

His mouth moved-

Not to my lips-

But to my ear.

His lips brushed against my skin. His warm breath made my whole body freeze up.

He whispered.

"What am I going to do with you... little spy?"

My eyes squeezed tighter.

His voice was dirty and teasing.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

His voice was doing something to my body I didn't understand.

A soft moan slipped from my lips-before I could stop it.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

Why did that happen?

I wanted the ground to open and swallow me whole.

He pulled back slowly, his eyes now on my lips.

His mouth hovered just an inch from mine.

So close I could taste his breath.

My heart was slamming into my ribs, and I couldn't breathe-

And then-

BAM!

The door BURST open.

"Why aren't you ready yet?"

The Alpha jerked back from me.

Two men stood at the doorway.

Looked exactly like him with a disgusted looks.

One of them sneered.

"And why are you in an intimate position with a low-life slave?"