There was nothing left for the Alphas!... Wait, WHAT?!

Main Introduction — The Elevator 2026 — Late afternoon, gym.

Joining the gym had been a suggestion from your father, Daniel. He wanted you to get out of the house more, exercise, and try something new. The intention was good. Unfortunately, Cole, Derek, and Troy also trained there.

Every workout came with small humiliations disguised as brotherly encouragement. Cole corrected exercises no one had asked him to correct. Derek turned comparisons into jokes. Troy delivered his cruellest comments in a gentle voice, as if he were doing you a favour.

Cole: "I’m just trying to help. Not everyone has natural talent for this stuff." Derek: "Hah! Everybody has to start somewhere, right?" Troy: "It’s admirable that you keep trying. Considering your limitations."

To strangers, they looked like three older brothers supporting the youngest. The cruelty was in the details.

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Now — The gym elevator.

The spacious elevator had mirrored walls and white lighting. Cole, Derek, and Troy occupied the centre, shirtless after training, their bodies covered in sweat. None of them had showered. The damp clothes and excess cologne only made the strong, unpleasant smell worse.

Victor Kane had taught his sons that smelling like sweat was masculine. They believed it. The rest of the world had a nose.

You were positioned in a corner, away from the three. There was enough space; their smell explained the distance. Unlike your brothers, you had a clean, pleasant scent, exactly as Daniel always recommended: “Always leave the house smelling good, son. Trust your dad.”

Cole noticed your position in the mirror and smiled.

Cole: "Look at that. Our little brother finally learned his place." Derek: "Hah! At least he found a little corner where he doesn’t get in anyone’s way." Troy: "Some people are happier away from the spotlight. Nothing wrong with that."

The three looked satisfied. They had mistaken distance for submission.

DING.

The doors opened, and three women stepped inside.

Selene Voss came first, her long black hair slightly messy from training, pale skin with a faint sheen of sweat. Her soft, sweet-and-woody perfume was pleasant. Lila Hart followed right behind, her blonde hair a little out of place and her blue eyes lively. Ivory Quinn entered last: tall, athletic, short white hair, and the natural confidence of someone who never apologised for the space she took.

Cole immediately straightened his posture. Derek puffed out his chest. Troy positioned himself near the mirror. Three beautiful women, three muscular brothers. In their heads, the outcome was obvious.

Cole murmured: "Well… this just got interesting." Derek: "That last set was insane. I think I’m gonna have to up the weight again."

He casually flexed his arm.

They waited for glances, teasing smiles from the girls.

They received something else. Lila was the first to wrinkle her nose.

Lila quietly, only to her friends: "Oh my God. Are you two smelling that?"

Selene wrinkled her nose as well.

Selene: "Unfortunately, sweetheart." Ivory: "Impressive." She said, briefly covering her nose with her arm.

Derek smiled: "Huh? Yeah? Glad you like it." He said, completely missing the sarcasm. Ivory: "That wasn’t a compliment."

Derek approached anyway, flashing his most charming smile.

Derek: "You guys train here? Because I’d remember faces like that. Especially yours, blondie."

Lila stepped back toward Ivory, making a face.

Lila: "Don’t call me blondie. And did you just finish a marathon or something?"

She looked him up and down, gesturing with one finger.

Derek: "That’s the smell of a real workout, princess. Real men sweat." Ivory: "And real men also know how to take a shower." Derek: "Whoa, calm down! I’m just joking!" He raised his arms in fake defence.

Cole stepped forward, displaying his rehearsed politeness and quiet arrogance.

Cole: "Sorry about my brother. He’s a little… spontaneous. You, on the other hand…" He looked at Selene. "You have a different kind of elegance."

Selene kept a polite smile, but stepped away.

Selene: "How kind. But I think it would be better if you stayed on that side, dears."

Troy fixed his eyes on Ivory.

Troy: "You don’t look like someone who’s easily impressed." Ivory: "I’m not." Troy: "I like that." Ivory: "That’s your problem." Sharp, cold, another step back as well.

The women kept moving away. Ivory positioned herself between her friends and the men. Derek’s face fell, Cole’s smile turned stiff, and Troy simply watched.

That was when Selene noticed something unexpected behind the terrible smell: a clean, pleasant scent coming from the corner behind her. As she took another step away from Cole, she felt her large backside bump into someone. She turned almost immediately.

Selene: "Ah! What—"

She turned. Her dark eyes met yours, and her expression softened the moment she realised where the pleasant scent was coming from — and when she saw you, looking almost like you were hiding.

Selene: "...Oh. Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t realise someone was here." Her voice came out sweet and warm.

Lila noticed right after, looking from the brothers to you. First still carrying automatic disgust aimed at the brothers, but the moment she saw you and caught even the edge of the pleasant scent, she stopped.

Lila: "Wait… how did we not notice you were here?" She felt the difference in the air and smiled, her hand going to her lips so only her narrowed blue eyes showed interest. "Oh. This is much better."

Ivory glanced over her shoulder once at the three brothers, then turned completely toward you with a playful smile.

Ivory: "Well, well. Looks like someone here actually knows what a shower is… Careful, Selene, you almost crushed him with that ass."

Selene: "Ivory…" She laughed softly. Ivory: "What? I’m just telling the truth."

Lila stepped closer, showing curiosity.

Lila: "Lila. Remember that name… And we’re staying on this side, okay? You’re just gonna have to put up with us." Selene: "Selene, sweetheart. And that filter-free creature is Ivory." Ivory: "Hi."

On the other side of the elevator, Derek let out an incredulous laugh.

Derek: "Wait a second. Are you guys serious? You’re giving him attention?"

Cole said gently, with a sharp smile: "That’s our little brother. He’s not very used to getting attention. Try not to make him uncomfortable." Troy: "Some people have their limits."

Selene looked at them again. Her voice stayed sweet.

Selene: "Funny. I don’t remember asking any of you to speak for him… But since he’s not used to attention…"

Selene moved closer to you, slipping an arm around your waist.

Selene: "Let’s get him used to it."

Ivory: "Didn’t you three have a fascinating conversation about bench presses to finish?" Derek: "For fuck’s sake, does nobody here know how to take a joke?" He said, still trying to laugh it off. Lila: "We do. We just don’t find you funny."

Ivory went back to ignoring the brothers and looked straight at you with open, teasing curiosity. Selene stayed close, warm and calm; Lila kept smiling. The pleasant scent had drawn the three of them in, but now they wanted to know who you were.

Selene: "I hope you don’t mind the company, sweetheart. It’s much nicer on this side." Ivory: "So… are you going to tell us your name, cutie?"

Behind the three women, Cole clenched his jaw. Derek looked ready to complain again. Troy’s thin smile had disappeared.

For the first time, the brothers were the ones no one wanted to talk to.

2 Introduction — The Unexpected Guests 2026 — Late afternoon. The Reeves' apartment.

You were in your bedroom, oblivious to what was happening in the living room. The muffled sound of your father's voice barely reached your ears as you focused on your own thoughts, the door closed between you and the rest of the house.

In the living room, Daniel and Helena were seated on the couch, engaged in a hushed, concerned conversation. Your father leaned in, his expression heavy with a mix of worry and fatherly love.

Daniel: "I just don't know, Helena. He's so quiet. I mean, I know he's always been that way, but lately..." He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He's come out of his shell a little, but he's still alone. I’m starting to wonder if he’s just not... interested in girls. Have you noticed anything?"

Helena shook her head slowly, a tender but troubled expression on her face.

Helena: "He's young, Daniel. He just needs time. You know how those boys at the gym are, especially those brothers of theirs. Maybe he's just afraid of rejection."

Daniel: "It's not just that. I sometimes feel like he’s trying to tell us something... but he doesn't have the words. What if he's gay and he's just afraid we won't accept him? I want him to know that he can tell us anything, no matter what it is."

What your father didn't know was that you had already been told how it felt to be accepted, and how it felt to be desired. Over the past week, you had held late-night phone calls and exchanged messages that turned into deep connections. Selene, Lila, and Ivory had treated you with a warmth and respect you had never encountered before.

They didn't care how tall you were or how much you lifted at the gym. They had seen you for who you were, teasing you provocatively but never with the intent to hurt or belittle. You had found a place where you actually belonged.

DING-DONG.

The intercom buzzed. Daniel frowned, half-rising from the couch.

Daniel: "Who on earth could be here at this hour?"

He walked to the video monitor and pressed the button. At the entrance of the building stood three strikingly beautiful young women.

Selene wore a high-waisted skirt and a tight top; Lila beamed in a colorful summer dress and heels; and Ivory stood behind them, tall and imposing in a simple casual look. All three smiled at the camera, their faces brimming with confidence.

Selene: "Hello, Mr. Reeves, Mrs. Reeves. Sorry to drop by unannounced."

Helena stood beside Daniel, staring at the screen in shock.

Helena: "Oh my. Who is it, darling?"

Daniel: "I — I don't know. Let me see..."

Ivory pushed her way forward, glancing directly into the lens with a playful smirk.

Ivory: "We’re friends of your son's. We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd pop in to say hi."

For a second, Daniel’s expression stayed the same — cautious, a little lost. Then the words settled in.

Friends of his son.

His posture shifted almost imperceptibly. The heavy worry in his eyes softened into something lighter, something closer to quiet hope. A small, discreet smile tugged at the corner of his mouth even as a touch of lingering suspicion remained.

Selene glanced at the camera and then back at Ivory: "He's a bit shy, isn't he? We’re here to coax him out of his shell... if you don't mind."

Lila waved excitedly, her face glowing: "I'm Lila! Your apartment looks so cozy from here!"

Daniel: "Your son's friends? I didn't know he had friends like..." He gestured vaguely toward the screen, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words, still half-smiling.

Ivory: "We're very close, Mr. Reeves. Now, be a good sport and let us in, will you? It’s getting chilly out here."

Daniel turned toward the direction of your room, that same soft, hopeful smile still on his face, mixed with a quiet disbelief he couldn’t quite hide.

Daniel: "Son? There's three girls down there wanting to see you. Do you know them?"

The trio on the screen waited expectantly, a confident stillness settling over them. They knew you were listening, and they knew exactly how to get you to open that door.

3 Introduction — The Training Ground

One week after the meeting — The local gym.

The gym is humming with the usual late-afternoon energy. The clang of iron, the rhythmic beat of electronic music, and the faint smell of rubber and sweat fill the air. You've settled into a routine now, finally finding a rhythm that works. But no matter how focused you are, there's always one thing that can break your concentration: the Kanes.

You are in the middle of a set, focused on your form, when the familiar trio of your stepbrothers slides into your line of sight. They don't approach aggressively; instead, they stand close enough to be noticed, projecting that fake, polished aura of brotherly concern.

Cole leans in, voice low and smooth, designed to sound reassuring to anyone passing by.

Cole: "Hey, man. Just wanted to check on you. That weight looks a bit heavy, don't you think? You might want to dial it back before you hurt yourself."

Derek comes up on your other side, his face wearing that smirk that is a mixture of amusement and derision. He doesn't need to yell to let you know exactly how he thinks of you.

Derek: "Honestly, it's good that you're hanging in there. Most guys in your position would've given up by now. It’s cute that you’re trying so hard."

You can feel their presence like a suffocating blanket, their breath warm against your skin. Then Troy, the quietest of the three, speaks up, his voice barely above a murmur.

Troy: "You know... it's great that you've made some new friends. Especially those girls. But you have to realize something, right?"

He pauses, his eyes scanning your face, seeking that flash of doubt he loves so much.

Troy: "Girls like that... they're used to men like us.- Men who can actually handle them. They’re probably just using you to get a rise out of us. It's a game to them, kid. Don't get too invested."

Cole nods solemnly, his hand resting briefly on your shoulder—not out of affection, but as a way to keep you anchored in place.

Cole: "He's right. You’re a good guy. But you're just not their type. They'll get bored soon and move on to someone who actually fits in their world. You don't want to be the guy who’s surprised when it happens, do you?"

As they continue their whispered oration of "brotherly advice," none of them notices the three figures drifting toward them from the back of the gym. The air around you begins to change as the scent of vanilla and expensive soap cuts through the smell of the brothers' sweat.

Suddenly, Ivory's voice cuts through the sterile and quiet mockery of the Kane brothers. It's calm, cold, and sharp enough to make them all jump.

Ivory: "Do you three ever stop talking?"

The three brothers whirl around, startled. Ivory stands there with her arms crossed, her ice-grey eyes fixed on them with a look of sheer contempt. Beside her, Selene and Lila are watching the scene with amused expressions, Selene wearing a soft, knowing smile.

Cole: Clears his throat, masking his surprise with a hasty smile. "Oh, hey. We were just..."

Ivory takes a step forward, her superior height allowing her to look down at Cole. Her voice is steady and unwavering, slicing through his confidence.

Ivory: "You were just telling him he's not enough for us. How original. How unimaginative. It must be exhausting constantly operating on fear and projection. Maybe you should focus on your own routine instead of someone else's."

Selene moves in then, stepping right beside you. She places her hand on your arm, her touch warm and gentle, a stark contrast to the stiffness of the brothers. Her dark eyes flick to Derek and Troy, her smile not reaching her eyes.

Selene: "You guys are so full of noise. It's almost a miracle anyone can focus in here."

Beside her, Lila catches your gaze and winks playfully. She reaches out and takes your other arm, leaning her light body slightly against you.

Lila: "Come on, cutie. Let's get out of this toxic cloud. We were looking for a partner for a few sets and we think you’re just the guy."

Selene tilts her head, her voice soft and inviting, her fingers tightening slightly around your arm.

Selene: "Let's leave the boys to their little club. Why don't you come with us? We have a lot more fun waiting for you in another part of the gym."

The three brothers stand frozen, their faces a mix of embarrassment and anger as they realize they've completely lost the situation. Ivory remains facing them, her stance daring them to say anything else.

Ivory: "Well? You coming, or are you staying here to listen to more 'advice'?"

4 Introduction — The Aftermath: Heat and Innocence

Late evening — The girls' shared apartment.

The weeks had passed in a blur of adrenaline and discovery. Since that day in the elevator, you had become a constant in their lives, and they in yours. Every training session was now an excuse for them to gravitate toward you, filling your mornings and afternoons with their presence. It was a whirlwind of laughter, lighthearted teasing, and a sense of belonging that had always eluded you with the Kanes.

Today had been no different. You had finished your workout together, sharing icy cold non-alcoholic drinks as you sat in the cool air of the cafe next to the gym, mocking the self-serious intensity of the Kane brothers, who had lingered nearby, brooding in their envy.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the conversation had naturally flowed towards where to go next. “We’re watching a movie,” Lila had suggested with a sharp, knowing wink. It was a vague promise, one that carried a heavy undercurrent of meaning. You had gone along with it, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

Before heading in, you quickly sent a short text to your father.

His reply came almost instantly: Have fun, son. Be safe. Love you.

Now, you and the three women were standing inside their apartment. The place was a reflection of them: a tasteful blend of modern luxury and cozy femininity, the air smelling of expensive incense and the same floral perfumes that always clung to their skin. None of them had bothered to change out of their gym clothes. Their skin was still damp with sweat, their hair slightly rumpled from training, but it only seemed to heighten the raw, primal energy emanating from them.

Over the last few days, you had noticed a change in the way they looked at you. The friendly teasing had shifted. When Selene caught your gaze, her dark eyes lingered, searching your face with a growing hunger. Lila would sit close enough for her shoulder to brush yours, her playful remarks dropping an octave into a low, velvet murmur. And Ivory—she watched you like a predator, her tall, toned body subtly aligning itself with yours wherever you went.

The initial innocence was eroding, replaced by a thick, heavy tension that made every movement feel significant.

Selene: "So..." She stretched her arms up, the movement causing her tight sports bra to ride up, revealing the soft curve of her belly. "It’s only fair that we take turns, don't you think? Someone has to go first, and I can't stand the thought of being the last one in the shower."

Lila: Stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she confronted Selene. A playful pout formed on her lips. "Hey, no fair! I did the most legs today. I deserve to go first!"

Selene: "Being tired doesn't give you priority, Lila." She rolled her eyes, laughing as the two of them began a spirited, mock-argument.

As they bickered, they began to drift toward you, one step after the other, a coordinated pincer movement that seemed almost calculated. They were closing the gap, their voices ringing in the quiet of the apartment.

Lila: "I swear, your hair always looks like you just rolled out of bed!"

Selene: "As if yours doesn't. You're just mad because I actually took a curl iron to mine today."

You stood your ground, feeling the heat of their bodies radiating towards you. Finally, Ivory moved. She didn't join the argument; she simply slid in behind you, molding herself against your back. Her chest pressed firmly against your shoulder blades, her warm, damp thighs brushing against your backside.

The sudden physical contact made you stiffen, but there was no aggression—only a smooth, commanding sense of ownership. Ivory leaned in, her lips hovering just above your ear, her voice a low vibration that resonated through your spine.

Ivory: "There's a way to settle this. Fair and square."

Selene noticed Ivory’s position and stopped her arguing, turning her gaze toward you. A sudden, heavy silence fell over the room as the three women focused their entire attention on you. Selene reached up, her fingers hooking under the strap of her sports bra and slowly pulling it down, her eyes never leaving yours.

Selene: "Why don't we just share?" She smiled, her expression languid and knowing. "The shower's plenty big enough for all four of us, right?"

Lila stepped in front of you, her own hands going to the hem of her shorts. She glanced up at you, her cheeky blue eyes fluttering with a suggestive, hungry kind of need.

Lila: "It would be a waste of water, wouldn't it? To take separate showers..."

Ivory: Still pressed against you, she chuckled softly. "You agree with them, don't you? Tell them you agree."

They weren't demanding; they were inviting you. Waiting for your permission and your desire to align with theirs. The air between the four of you felt electric, thick with an unspoken promise of what was to come.

5 Introduction — The Edge of Patience

Night — The grand hall of a private estate.

The day had been a rarity in the Reeves' household: perfect. Daniel had spent it like a father truly should, wrestling with you in the living room, guiding you through that awkward process of picking out a tie, and sharing stories that showed just how much he treasured your presence. At one point, while adjusting your collar in the mirror, he leaned in with a conspiratorial wink and a playful smirk.

Daniel: "Listen, son... If you’ve finally summoned the courage to invite those new friends of yours tonight, remember the golden rule: go for the darkest corner of the room, maybe a VIP booth behind a curtain. The fewer people see, the less of a problem it is. After all... it's hard to hide three of them at once, huh? Ha ha!"

Helena had appeared at the bedroom door, crossing her arms with an amused expression, her eyes shining with a mixture of warmth and mock disapproval.

Helena: "Honestly, Daniel. What will become of us if you encourage him to be a little daring? Next thing you know, he'll be slipping out of the house at midnight with a guitar and a dream. You’re supposed to be the responsible one!"

She had laughed, coming over to kiss him on the cheek before smoothing out your suit jacket with motherly grace.

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Hours later — The party.

The event was a luminous spectacle of elegance and joy. Filled with Daniel’s old friends, family, and numerous distinguished guests, the house was a cacophony of clinking champagne glasses and subdued, sophisticated laughter. It was a place of luxury and comfort, exactly the kind of world Helena had conquered in her rise to the top.

As you entered, you found Selene, Lila, and Ivory waiting near the entrance. They had effortlessly blended in; even this fancy gala felt like a playground to them. Selene wore a black dress that hugged every curve with hypnotic precision, Ivory was striking in a sharp, tailored pantsuit, and Lila looked like a whimsical dream in a shimmering mini-dress that caught the light at every angle. They beamed at you, then at Daniel and Helena, before rushing forward to wrap you in a mix of warm hugs and excited whispers.

Lila: "You look so handsome! We promised you a special night, right?"

Selene: "Yes, sweetheart. Come on, before we miss the best part of the music."

The girls practically dragged you onto the dance floor, leaving Daniel and Helena behind to mingle. For a while, the three women filled the moment with laughter, warmth, and movement. The music pounded, the lights blurred, and they danced close to you amid a sea of strangers.

But at the edge of the crowd, a figure watched you with narrowed, cold eyes. Victor Kane. He was dressed in a suit that probably cost more than some people's cars, his hair perfectly in place, cologne clinging to him like a veil of arrogance.

As the music slowed and the girls stepped aside to join Helena, Daniel approached you with his usual gentle smile. Selene, Lila, Ivory, and Helena remained a short distance away, chatting near one of the tables. That was when Victor moved in, Cole walking beside him. Father and son, both wearing theatrical, cold smiles.

Victor: "I don't remember seeing you at the club, Daniel. Or perhaps I’m just out of touch with the lower circles."

Daniel, standing beside you, kept his voice calm and even.

Daniel: "It's been a while, Victor. You look well."

Victor’s eyes flickered toward Helena in the distance, his voice dropping into a smug, possessive cadence.

Victor: "You're lucky, Daniel. Really. Most men would have thrown in the towel long ago. But you... you have such a peculiar tenacity."

Beside him, Cole chimed in with a small, polite smile.

Cole: "It’s a special kind of talent, isn't it? Knowing how to hold onto something that’s passed you by."

Cole: "Of course, taking care of a family is the most important thing. Even if it means giving up... aspirations."

Cole then turned his green-gray eyes toward you. His smile remained pleasant, almost brotherly.

Cole: "And you... following your father's example, I see. There's nothing wrong with letting someone else handle the difficult conversations. Some people are simply better suited to watching."

Daniel glanced toward you briefly. His expression remained gentle, but his voice lowered so only you could hear.

Daniel: "Don't say anything, son. Let me handle this."

He returned his attention to Victor and Cole, leaving the request at that. Daniel’s expression didn't waver. He seemed almost amused by their efforts.

Daniel: "I think life has treated me quite well, Cole. I’m happy with what I have, and more importantly, I’m happy with who I am."

Victor’s smile thinned. He leaned closer, reducing the distance between himself and Daniel.

Victor: "Is that so? Because looking at the two of you..." He pointedly looked toward Helena, his voice dripping with contempt. "I can’t help but remember when she was full of fire. You’ve settled for a quiet life, Daniel. Maybe it’s because you know you couldn’t handle a woman who wants more. After all, she’s had what I can provide for years... before you came along."

From where she stood, Helena noticed Victor's attention on her. Her expression tightened, her lips pressed thin.

Victor: "Well, let's be honest, darling. You’ve always wanted luxury. And let's face it, some men can provide it... others just... rent it."

His tone had changed; it was no longer subtle. It was an open insult.

Victor: "Tell me, Daniel. Does she still sleep soundly at night? Or does she remember what it was like when she was with a man who didn't have to settle for a modest software job. I wonder if she still closes her eyes and remembers... all that energy I had in bed. Maybe she even wonders why the fire went out."

The air around Daniel seemed to cool. He didn't snap or shout; instead, his eyes became darker, harder.

Daniel: "Your opinion on my private life is of no interest to me, Victor. And I doubt your experience gives you some exclusive right to comment on my wife."

Cole chuckled quietly. Victor didn't even try to pretend anymore.

Victor: "Oh, don't be so sensitive. I’m just stating facts. I’m the one who gave her the life she wanted. And she gave me three sons. That bond... that's eternal. No matter who holds the deed to the house now."

Selene, Lila, and Ivory had noticed the exchange from a distance, their expressions shifting from excitement to genuine indignation. They remained beside Helena, watching as the confrontation heated up.

Cole: "It’s true, Daniel. There are things a man can't learn. You were a nice solution for a transition period... but eventually, the need for something real comes back."

Cole's eyes shifted toward you again.

Cole: "Though I suppose that runs in the family. Some men lead, and others spend their lives standing behind them."

The insult was delivered softly, disguised beneath his usual polite smile. Daniel stared at Victor. His voice became a low, controlled rumble, a contrast to the arrogant blustering of the Kanes.

Daniel: "You mistake possession for love. You think that providing things is the same as providing security. But we both know where you left her, Victor. You didn't leave a void; you left a wound. I was the one who patched it up."

Victor laughed harshly. He stood and spread his arms wide, a challenging look on his face.

Victor: "Fine. So you've got this hidden strength, this 'inner' steel you love to talk about. Why don't you show me? Right here, right now. I see that look in your eyes, Daniel... you're angry. Why don't you let it out? Come on, show us what a 'real man' is. Come and get it."

The guests around them fell silent, picking up on the tension. Daniel’s eyes shifted for half a second. Cole had begun moving closer to you, his pleasant expression unchanged. Daniel noticed immediately and, without raising his voice, subtly adjusted his position, placing himself between Cole and you.

Daniel: "We’re finished here, Victor."

He turned away from the confrontation, choosing distance over escalation exactly as he always preferred when the family was at risk.

Daniel: "Come on, son. We're leaving."

That choice — protection instead of a fight — was what finally broke Victor’s patience. Watching Daniel turn away instead of fighting sent a flash of pure anger across Victor's face. He followed, reached out, and ripped the glasses from Daniel’s face, tossing them aside. The delicate frames struck the polished marble floor with a sharp clatter.

Victor: "Don't you fucking walk away from me."

Daniel stopped. His brown eyes briefly followed the glasses as they skidded across the floor, then returned to Victor. His expression remained composed, but something in his gaze had changed. The warmth was gone, replaced by a quiet, unmistakable firmness.

Daniel: "Victor. That was your last warning."

The sudden aggression had also brought you one step forward, a brief, instinctive movement at the sight of Victor putting his hands on your father.

Cole reacted immediately. He stepped directly into your path, positioning himself between you and Victor, standing firmly on his father's side. His broad shoulders blocked the way, and that familiar, falsely kind smile returned.

Cole: "Easy there, little brother. Let's not make things worse, alright?"

His voice was low and almost affectionate, but his position was deliberate. Behind him, Victor remained visibly furious, standing inches from Daniel.

Daniel's attention shifted instantly from Victor to Cole. He turned his shoulders toward his stepson and raised one hand, pointing a firm finger directly at him. His voice remained calm, but every trace of his usual gentleness disappeared.

Daniel: "Cole. Don't you dare lay a hand on my son."

6 Introduction — Under the Table 2026 — Afternoon. College library.

A few weeks had passed since the elevator.

In that time, things between you and the three women had gone far past flirting. Selene, Lila, and Ivory had pulled you into empty classrooms, bathroom stalls, the back seat of Ivory’s car, and once even the storage room behind the gym. Oral in a locked study room. A quick, desperate fuck against a wall between classes. Hands under clothes in the dark corner of the parking lot. Each of them had taken you. Each of them had left marks — lipstick, teeth, perfume that lingered on your skin for hours.

The Kane brothers still had no idea.

They only knew the three girls kept turning them down, and it was starting to eat at them.

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The library was almost empty that afternoon. You sat at one of the large tables in the far back, a thick tablecloth hanging low enough to hide everything underneath.

Under that cloth, three warm mouths took turns.

Selene’s was slow and deep, the softest suction, her dark eyes glancing up whenever she could. Lila was messier — wetter, more eager, soft little sounds she tried to keep quiet. Ivory took you with control, one hand wrapped tight around the base while her tongue worked with deliberate pressure, like she was claiming every inch.

They traded without speaking. One would pull off with a quiet wet sound, and another would lean in. Your cock stayed wet, shiny, and hard the entire time.

Footsteps approached.

Cole, Derek, and Troy rounded the corner of the shelves. They stopped a few steps from the table, already looking at you with that familiar mix of superiority and irritation.

Cole: "There he is. Still hiding in the quiet places."

Derek: "Man, you’ve been weird lately. Walking around with this look like you know something we don’t."

Troy’s thin smile was already in place.

Troy: "Maybe he’s finally accepted his place. Quiet. Invisible. The kind of guy girls use as a friend while they wait for real men."

Under the table, Lila’s shoulders shook once with a silent laugh. Selene’s tongue slowed but didn’t stop. Ivory’s hand tightened just a little, keeping you in her mouth while she listened.

Derek leaned against the edge of the table, voice lower, more pointed.

Derek: "Those three, though… Selene, the blonde, and the tall one. We’ve been thinking. They keep saying no, but girls like that always crack eventually. Imagine making the quiet one moan until she can’t think. Or the tall one on her knees for once. Or that black-haired one with the big tits finally screaming instead of talking soft."

Cole: "A real man would make them take it properly. Not whatever soft shit you’ve been offering by existing near them."

Troy: "They’d sound different with us. Louder. Needier. You wouldn’t even recognize the sounds."

Under the cloth, all three of them heard every word.

Lila pulled off just long enough to press her forehead against your thigh, biting her lip to keep from laughing. Selene took her place again, sucking slower now, almost teasing, as if answering the brothers without making a sound. Ivory’s fingers stroked what her mouth wasn’t covering, eyes half-lidded, listening.

None of them moved to leave.

None of them stopped.

The Kane brothers kept talking, still completely unaware that the three women they were describing were on their knees under the same table, taking turns on the cock of the person they were trying to belittle.

Your decision sat right there in the quiet of the library.

Stay silent and let them keep talking.

Or do something.