Verity:

2 Years Later:

"Oh Goddess, he is so hard against my ass!"

I thought as he pressed against my back.

The elevator kept filling, and my throat went dry.

The moment the doors closed, the lights went out.

Gasps rippled through the space.

My ass clenched when the head of his dick pressed between my cheeks.

"Everyone please stay calm," one of the employees shouted, panic visible in his voice.

He might want to say that to the Alpha King behind me, whose dick is desperate to explore my ass.

Alpha King Jaguar stood behind me, pressed into the corner, completely nonchalant.

"But how did the fire start?" another employee asked.

"It must have started in the kitchen," Alpha King Theodore’s voice thundered as he moved to stand in front of me.

The elevator was packed with people trying to escape the fire, but the lights had gone out.

Now we were stuck.

Or rather, I was.

While the others panicked, the two Alpha Kings remained completely unfazed.

The reason?

Me.

Theodore stood in front of me, facing his brother, boxing me in between them.

At 5 feet 6, I barely reached their height, small enough for them to face each other with me caught in the middle.

"Should we do something?" Theodore asked his elder brother Jaguar.

However, his front was now pressed against me, our lower bodies tight together.

The employees kept shifting, trying to breathe and steady themselves, which only made Theodore’s body move against mine.

My boobs pressed against his chest in a way that my nipples felt tingly.

"Let it be a lesson to them to keep calm," Jaguar spoke from behind me, his cock shifting with him.

It almost brushed against my ass.

I bet they knew exactly what they were doing.

They just didn’t realize they were both turned on by me.

Theodore’s crotch pressed against my thigh.

His cock hardened.

Now there were two guns holding my ass and pussy hostage.

One might wonder how I ended up in this situation.

It started with revenge.

I got hired for their new project and immediately stole their attention.

They didn’t recognize me, but they noticed me.

The two brothers had taken a liking to me, without the other knowing.

"Well then, let’s stay in this box for a while," Theodore spoke to his brother, his hand grazing my thigh.

From behind, Jaguar lifted my skirt in the darkness.

I steadied my breath, letting him believe I was allowing it.

They liked their women clueless and obedient.

I had already figured that out.

His hand slid up, reaching my ass.

The stockings would be a problem. He wanted bare skin.

But that thin fabric didn’t stop him.

He grabbed my ass, then pinched it.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed.

A moan slipped from my lips, and the elevator fell silent.

"I’m okay, sorry. I thought there was something in my skirt," I said, trying to sound shy, even as heat rushed to my face.

It was a blessing the elevator was dark.

Theodore’s eyes would have given him away the moment I mentioned my skirt.

Theodore pressed forward, leaving me no room to breathe.

His hand brushed my waist, then slid up to my left breast.

Jaguar’s warm breath hit my shoulder, and I sucked in a breath.

Sandwiched between two Alpha Kings, I started to feel uneasy about my own plans.

How was I supposed to survive being trapped between the two of them?

But I needed them on their knees for me.

Otherwise, how would they ever understand what it feels like to have someone steal your lover?

I bit my tongue when I realized Jaguar had somehow torn a hole in my stockings, his finger pressing between my ass cheeks.

His lips grazed my shoulder from behind.

His fingertip pushed through my soft flesh, reaching its destination as my breath hitched.

The tip touched the entrance of my ass.

Theodore’s thumb brushed my side boob, and my nipples threatened to harden.

At this point, the elevator needed to move.

There were too many people for this to go unnoticed, especially with my breathing picking up.

Then Jaguar twisted his finger and pushed forward, the tip breaching me.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

This time, it wasn’t something I could hide.

People tried to turn back, but the jam-packed elevator kept them from seeing much.

Then the power came back.

I moved quickly, slipping out from between the brothers.

But I still had to face the eyes on me.

Avoiding the Alpha Kings’ gazes, I focused on the employees.

"I was starting to suffocate," I lied, lowering my gaze.

The elevator moved, and attention shifted.

No one spoke after that.

They waited for answers about the fire as the elevator doors opened.

By the time we reached the ground floor, the fire had already been put out.

We were told to return to our floors and continue working.

I went back to mine.

I had worked my ass off to get here, into the same building as the men who drove my brother to that poison that night.

The three brothers ran everything from here, each controlling a different floor.

The youngest, Alpha King Theodore on the third, Alpha King Jaguar on the first, and Alpha King Ragnar on the fifth.

My target wasn’t just one man.

I had been assigned as Alpha King Ragnar’s secretary.

When I reached the floor, the HR manager informed me that Alpha King Ragnar wanted to see me in his office.

I knew my goal was to make these men fall in love with me.

But every time I faced Ragnar, my resolve wavered.

He wasn’t easy to impress, and so far, I had only disappointed him.

"Come in," Ragnar’s deep, velvety voice called from inside after I knocked.

When I stepped in, the employees on our floor were lined up, heads bowed.

"Sir, you called for me," I said softly.

His presence genuinely petrified me.

He stood well over 6 feet 6 inches tall, his black hair streaked with brown.

His gray eyes were deep enough to drown anyone who dared to look into them.

Broad-shouldered, with muscular biceps and thighs, he had a build that leaned toward something almost Herculean.

Leaning back in his chair, one arm resting lazily against the armrest, he studied me as if I were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.

"Tell me," he began, his voice low and grave, "have you ever used an espresso machine before?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"I thought so."

He gave a small nod, lips pursed.

"That machine," he continued, gesturing toward the small kitchen beside his office, "costs more than your entire salary."

He let the words settle, watching the embarrassment take hold.

"And yet you handled it like it was a kettle."

A few employees tried to hide their reactions, hands rising to cover their mouths.

Ragnar leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, fingers loosely interlocked.

"I’m curious," he added, his eyes narrowing, "have you ever even had an espresso?"

Once again, my heart tightened.

"No," he answered himself, "you haven’t."

His voice dropped even lower.

"You should stick to what you know," he continued coldly. "Tea, instant coffee—whatever it is that you Omegas drink."

The words landed softly, but they cut deep.

"You’ve been nothing but a problem since you walked into my office, Miss Verity," he added in a harsh tone.

"I still don’t know how you qualified to be my secretary."

I kept my gaze fixed on his desk as tears began to gather.

"Let me make this simple for you."

As he spoke, he tapped his finger against the desk, and every head lifted.

"You make one more mistake like this–"

He paused, raising a thick eyebrow.

"And you’re gone," he whispered, letting the words settle before adding, "Fired."

He raised his voice on that last word with a clear warning.