Chapter 7: Chapter 7 Headquarters of terror.
Wait—were they serious right now!!
Daniel shook his head at the looks he was getting.
Wasn’t it too early for hate? Like, he literally just arrived.
"Master, you’re welcome," a red-haired girl with huge boobs purred. If Daniel wasn’t mistaken, he would have called her a whore outright, and the slutty tone she used—oh goodness—it was mortifying.
She swayed her waist, trying to catch Adrian’s reaction, but Adrian—as always—ignored her and focused on the rest.
One by one they greeted.
"You’re welcome, Master," a brunette girl chimed in. Now, at least, this one had a little sense.
From what Daniel could see, she was a fashion killer—because her outfit was fire. That crop top and those cargo pants were everything, not to mention the boots that screamed pure luxury. Such a pity though—her fashion sense couldn’t compare to his. And her face card? Oh goodness, it was zero.
At least she had the body to match. Or maybe not...
He spoke too soon. Her ass could rival that of a ruler.
"Get out, Isabella. Let the rest of us continue." A harsh voice echoed, belonging to a dark-haired guy standing with a girl who was clearly his twin.
They looked so alike it was obvious, except for the way their personalities clashed in plain sight.
"Mind your words, Gregor, or you might end up in the tiger cage tonight," Isabella threatened.
Wait—a tiger cage?
What the actual fuck. He just got here, and they were already throwing threats involving wild animals.
Nope. Definitely not engaging with this circus. And Adrian, whom they were all greeting, just walked past with only a small wave. At least that was something.
Daniel, not wanting to linger, hurried after Adrian. But just as he caught up, he overheard words regarding himself.
"Who’s the blonde?" the twin girl asked Jake, who was chatting with one of the males. The malicious response Jake gave made Daniel freeze.
"Probably one of his whores," Jake thundered, still clutching his bloody nose as he strode in to attend to Adrian.
Daniel bristled instantly. Offended. What a senseless man—just a useless beta.
And here he was, groveling like an omega. If only Daniel could tell him his mind...
Speeding up, Daniel walked faster, but unfortunately Adrian stopped abruptly, causing Daniel to slam right into his back. Pain shot through his head, blooming into a sharp migraine.
Meanwhile, outside, hot gossip was brewing between the crew. Adrian’s cold attitude wasn’t a surprise to anyone. But being gone for days without a single word, then suddenly returning with nothing explained—that was unlike him.
"Can anyone tell me what’s happening? He leaves, then comes back with a whore? Like, what the heck?" The redhead with the boobs—Titania, or Tania for short—was fuming.
"Yes, I suspect something happened. If the Master left to handle it, then it must be serious. So why don’t we forget about it?" Gregor, one of the twins, chimed in.
Gregor was peaceful, yes—but that was only a façade. Everyone knew he was the most dangerous among them, and probably the most handsome. His smile and Alpha pheromones drove girls insane, filling his bed countless times. But that didn’t make him stupid. He was smart, skilled, and deadly.
Isabella, the brunette, kept her eyes on Greta. Greta had been awfully quiet ever since questioning Jake about Daniel, and Isabella wanted to dig deeper.
No one loved gossip more than her.
"C’mon, guys. The Boss is back. Let’s head to headquarters and wait for his introduction," Cassian, a blonde-haired guy, called out. The rest responded quickly, walking in unison toward the main building.
But Isabella wasn’t done. She dragged Greta aside, away from the others. With Gregor not hovering near his twin, Isabella saw her chance.
"Someone looks furious," Isabella smiled slyly.
Greta—the ever-perfect omega, the prized Donna, the one once promised to marry Adrian before tragedy struck at Raven Lair two years ago. That incident had tainted everything between her and Adrian, nearly driving the twins to leave the Lair forever.
But that was the past. Isabella thrived on drama, and with the Boss’s return, she sensed the perfect storm was brewing—and Greta would be right in the middle of it, whether she liked it or not.
"What is it, Bella? I don’t have time for your shit. My day’s already ruined," Greta snapped, trying to shove off the pest.
But Isabella, ever persistent, never backed down without igniting an inferno.
"Oh, is it because of our Boss?" Bella asked nonchalantly, not caring how deeply the words cut.
"Don’t be sad. At least you’re being replaced. I mean, we all thought you two were the perfect mates, but maybe the Boss has found his real partner. Who knows? Even though everyone calls him a whore, the bitter truth is clear." Bella’s tone was razor sharp.
Greta’s face twitched, her eyes burning with unfiltered emotion. Bella’s words struck a nerve.
No one—except Adrian’s beta—had ever been allowed to ride in his car, let alone walk beside him. That was unheard of.
Yes, she had been devastated when she learned Adrian was gay, and now it was unfolding before her eyes. But Greta wasn’t backing down.
This empire was hers. She and Adrian would rule it together. No whore—man or woman—was going to take that from her.
"You lie, Bella. Adrian is mine. Killing my enemies to protect my place is nothing to me. Cross me again, and I’ll end you." Flipping her raven hair in Isabella’s face, Greta strutted away proudly.
Isabella’s smirk faltered. Greta was an omega, yes—but not just any omega. A dominative one. Prized, adored, powerful.
She could resist Alpha pheromones, bear children at will, and rival even Alphas in strength. And at this point, Isabella was raging.
One day, she would drag Greta down, rip apart that perfect reputation, and ruin her utterly. Special? Unique? One of a kind? That was bullshit.
Isabella hissed, casting one last glare toward Greta before stalking away.
"What is this now? I didn’t buy a blind product, did I?" Adrian’s cold words cut through.
Daniel blinked. Goodness—it was an accident. Wasn’t he the one who stopped suddenly?
"I didn’t do anything wrong. You just randomly stopped," Daniel defended himself, only to be shoved hard into the wall by Adrian.
"I never said you could talk, boy. I haven’t figured out your rank yet, but you’re still an omega in my eyes. Whatever the truth is, I’ll know within a week," Adrian growled, towering over him with venom in his gaze.
He was irritated—his eyes screamed venomous hatred.
Daniel reminded him of everything he despised. That soft, feminine side—an omega’s trait—sickened him.
But Daniel? Instead of cowering, he held his ground. His emerald eyes glared with pure distaste, no fear. And when he casually tucked his blonde hair behind his ear, it was infuriatingly smooth, almost seductive.
"Go ahead, Alpha. Figure it out. Be my guest. But no matter what, you’ll never stop me from speaking my mind—even if you shit gold," Daniel fired back, his gaze unflinching.
Adrian’s expression darkened. His eyes burned hotter, hostile and red with rage.
"The audacity in your words," Adrian hissed, slamming Daniel against the wall.
"Sleep tight in the dungeon—with the tigers. When you’re done begging, let me know."
At his command, three hefty men appeared, grabbing Daniel and dragging him away.
Daniel struggled, legs scraping against the floor as they hauled him down endless halls.
Onlookers stopped to watch, whispers rising. Greta, still furious and on her way to confront Adrian, halted at the sight. Daniel being dragged like worthless trash brought a wicked smile to her face.
Gregor, chasing after his sister, stopped as well.
"I told you, he’s nothing to the Boss," Gregor said coldly. "The Boss only wants someone strong. And that boy? He’s nothing but a weak pussy."
Greta giggled, relief washing over her. She had been worried for nothing.
Fuck Isabella. No one could take her place. Not even a dog like Daniel.
"Okay, I’ll let Adrian be—for now. But later, I’m coming back," Greta whispered, hugging Gregor.
"As you wish. He’s your man, after all," Gregor replied smoothly, and together the twins exited.
But Daniel wasn’t so lucky.
Dragged to a far corner, the men pressed a button that opened a steel door, leading outside. Daniel was exhausted from struggling, his body sore and bruised.
"Let me go! I’ll apologize, just free me, you fuckers!" Daniel cursed, voice cracking. But his words died in his throat when he heard a deep, guttural growl.
In front of him, a massive well stood open. The men yanked back the cover, revealing a deep, dry hole below. From its depths, growls echoed—low, hungry, promising death.
And without warning, they hurled Daniel in violently.