Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Dylan POV

The angry sound of brushing and scrubbing yanked me from the edges of sleep. I groaned, rolling over, but the noise continued, persistent and loud. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to my body. I stretched and yawned, trying to shake off the grogginess, then stood and walked to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, I let the warm sunlight spill into the room, hoping it would clear my head.

But the peace of the morning was shattered by that relentless scrubbing sound. Who the hell was making such a racket at this hour? I could feel my annoyance growing with every step I took toward the noise. My muscles tensed, ready to confront whoever dared to disturb my rest.

I followed the sound down the hallway and pushed open the bathroom door. And then I stopped short, the words dying on my tongue.

Sibel.

There she was, kneeling beside the toilet with a brush in hand, scrubbing the porcelain with a fierce determination. I stared, dumbfounded. Sibel, our alpha, reduced to cleaning toilets? I’d never seen her like this. I didn't know what to make of it.

“What are you doing, Sibel?” The words came out more accusatory than I intended.

Her head snapped up, and her gaze met mine. Her eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers. "Why are you staring at me like that, Dylan?"

I tried to focus on the tools in her hands, but my attention shifted quickly to her face. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed her cheeks—red, swollen, with the clear imprint of a hand on her skin. Someone had slapped her, hard.

“Who did this to you, Sibel?” I asked, my voice low, barely concealing the anger simmering beneath. “Who slapped you? And what the hell are you doing in the male room?”

She laughed, but it was a brittle sound, almost mocking. "It was Beta Leo," she replied, matter-of-factly. "But don’t worry, I’ll be fine. He assigned me toilet-cleaning duty as punishment."

A surge of fury coursed through me at the mention of Leo’s name. “This isn’t something to laugh about, Sibel. You can’t just brush off the hurt like it’s a joke.”

Her smile faltered, replaced by a steely determination. "If pretending everything is okay can help me tackle the problems we’re facing, then I have nothing to lose. Sometimes, a little pretense can be a powerful tool."

I knew her too well. I could see the mask she wore, hiding the pain, pretending it didn’t hurt. But I couldn’t understand why Leo would behave this way. “Beta Leo?” I repeated, my disbelief turning into anger. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she nodded, her eyes blazing with conviction. "I'm just as shocked as you are. But behind that calm exterior, he's a monster."

My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath, her voice rushing out in a torrent of words. “The killings, the bullying of omegas... it’s them. They're behind it all. They've been terrorizing our pack, hiding in plain sight.”

A chill ran down my spine. Could it be true? Was Leo—one of our own—behind the cruelty plaguing our pack?

“Sibel, this game you’re playing is dangerous. If everything you say is true, I’ll have to settle the score between the betas. I can’t just stand by and watch this continue.”

I wanted to march straight to Leo and demand answers, but Sibel grabbed my arm, her grip firm. "Wait. You can’t reveal your identity yet. You need to stay low. If Leo and the others find out you’re onto them, they’ll stop at nothing to silence you."

I hesitated. Every part of me screamed for justice, but I couldn’t ignore her warning. “What do you suggest I do, then?”

She explained, her voice steady, yet filled with a deep frustration. "The omega group is subjected to severe discrimination. They’re denied basic rights, their voices are silenced. But that’s not the worst of it. The management turns a blind eye to the laws meant to protect us. It’s as if they think omegas are less than nothing."

“What can I do to help?” I asked, feeling a surge of loyalty toward her. "I'll do whatever you need, Sibel."

“Uncover the truth,” she said, her voice like iron. “Investigate every lead, every hint, every rumor. I want to know who’s behind this, who’s giving the orders, and who’s profiting from the suffering of our omegas.”

"I promise you," I vowed, "I’ll get to the bottom of this. I’ll leave no stone unturned. We’ll bring those responsible to justice. You have my word."

She nodded, but there was a caution in her eyes. “Now, you need to leave before anyone notices us talking. We can’t risk compromising our plans.”

My heart tightened at the thought of her alone, enduring all of this for the sake of truth. “Sibel, you know how much I care for you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

For a moment, our eyes locked, and it felt like the world around us disappeared. But she blinked, breaking the connection. "Stop worrying, Dylan. I’m not one to back down easily."

I nodded. “Just take care of yourself. I'll be ready whenever you call."

"Go now," she urged, her voice firm. "We can't afford to draw any attention to ourselves."

I hesitated, glancing back at her one last time before turning to leave, my heart heavy with determination and a fire burning within.

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Cara POV

I dive my fingers over Leo's chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin, enjoying the way his breath quickens at my touch. I straddle him, settling myself comfortably on top of him. His eyes are half-lidded, filled with that familiar hunger I’ve come to relish. I lean down, my lips brushing his ear, and he shivers.

“How did the meeting go, my darling?” I whisper, my teeth grazing his earlobe. I can feel his body respond, his muscles tightening, a groan escaping his lips.

“I praised you in front of everyone,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. Exactly what I wanted to hear. A smile curls on my lips.

“That’s perfect,” I purr, my lips tracing the curve of his ear. I nibble harder, and he moans, his hands gripping my hips tighter. Every sound he makes, every little gasp, is another reminder of the control I have over him.

He continues, “Since I spoke highly of you at the meeting, the alpha said he will promote you very soon.”

I can't help but grin at the news. "Good boy," I say, rewarding him with a deep, demanding kiss. His moan vibrates against my lips, and I revel in the power I feel. This is just the beginning. I want more—more influence, more control, more of everything this pack has to offer.

I break the kiss, my hands moving lower, pulling at his trousers. I can feel the urgency in him, the way he arches toward me, desperate for more. His need makes him easy to manipulate, and I plan to keep it that way.

I stroke him, feeling him grow harder in my hand, and I can't resist a triumphant smile. "You’ll make sure they follow through with that promotion, won’t you?" I murmur, positioning myself above him, ready to take what I want.

“Yes,” he gasps, as I lower myself onto him, feeling the heat of him filling me. His groans grow louder, and I know I have him exactly where I want him—under me, at my mercy, willing to do whatever I ask.

Leo thinks this is just a moment of passion, but to me, it’s so much more. It's a step towards my ambitions, a move in the game I’m determined to win. And with each movement, each gasp of pleasure, I feel myself getting closer to what I truly desire.