Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most-Chapter 140: I Have An Offer For You...

The living room holds its breath.

Moon’s eyes are still on me, waiting. The question hangs in the air between us, heavy and suffocating.

Aren’t I your family too?

I don’t answer. Can’t answer. The words stick in my throat, trapped behind layers of confusion and exhaustion and something I don’t want to name.

The silence stretches. Thickens. Becomes a living thing between us.

Then he moves.

He rises from the couch slowly, deliberately, like someone who has all the time in the world. His movements are calm, unhurried, comfortable—the ease of a predator who knows his prey has nowhere to run.

My eyes follow him against my will, tracking every step as he crosses the space between us.

He sits beside me.

Close.

Too close.

Our shoulders press together, his warmth seeping through the fabric of my clothes, settling into my skin like it belongs there. I can feel the solid line of his body against mine, the rise and fall of his breathing.

I shift away, creating space.

He shifts too. Closer. Sticking to me like he belongs there, like the distance I’m trying to create is an insult he won’t tolerate.

"What the hell are you doing?"

My voice comes out sharp, frayed at the edges, more exhausted than angry.

A slow, playful smile curves his lips. It’s the smile of someone who’s enjoying this, who’s savoring every moment of my frustration, every twitch of irritation I can’t hide.

His fingers slide between mine—warm, deliberate, inevitable—lacing together, binding us.

I try to pull away.

Useless.

His grip is always strong. Always unbreakable.

I’ve learned this lesson before, in elevators and offices and hospital rooms. Moon Arden doesn’t let go of things he wants.

I look away, a frustrated sigh escaping me. The warmth of his body against my side is impossible to ignore, a constant, burning presence.

He rests his head on my shoulder. Casual. Intimate. Like he has every right to be there. His hair brushes my cheek, soft and faintly scented with amber wood—dark, warm, unmistakably him.

"Give me my answer," he murmurs. His voice is low, close to my ear, sending an unwanted shiver down my spine.

My face is a mess of tired and frustrated and angry.

I’ve had no sleep. I’ve had a day of chaos. I’ve had Angel crying in my arms and rumors spreading like fire and Deniz’s ring hidden against my chest and now this—this impossible, infuriating Alpha who won’t leave me alone.

The words tear out of me, sharp and raw.

"What do you want to hear?!" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

His smile widens. Brightens. Like I’ve given him exactly what he wanted, like my outburst is a gift.

"Call me hubby."

My eyes fly wide. My face ignites—burning, scalding, impossible heat flooding my cheeks, my ears, my neck.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

I shove against him, trying to stand, trying to escape this absurdity.

"Leave me alone!"

I jerk my hand free and lurch upward—

His hand catches my wrist.

Pulls.

I fall back, off balance, and land across his lap. The world tilts, spins, settles into the impossible reality of my body pressed against his thighs, his chest, his warmth.

I try to move. To scramble away. To reclaim some dignity.

But he’s faster.

Always faster.

His arm slides around my waist, locking me in place. His other hand cups the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. His lips brush my neck—warm, deliberate, devastating.

"Where are you running?" he murmurs against my skin. His voice is a low vibration that I feel in my chest, my stomach, places I don’t want to acknowledge.

"I’m not done yet."

My cheeks burn. My heart races. My voice comes out thin, desperate.

"Moon. Leave me. "

His other hand traces the side of my neck. Slow. Searching.

His fingers find the edge of the small bandage—the one Deniz placed so carefully this morning, the one meant to hide evidence of a night I can barely remember.

He pauses.

Then he peels it off. Slow and deliberate, millimeter by millimeter. The adhesive tugs at my skin, a small, sharp sting.

Underneath, the bite mark is exposed.

Dark. Visible. Claimed.

His playful smile vanishes.

The air changes. Thickens. Becomes something I can’t breathe.

His fingers trace the mark. Light at first, almost reverent. Then pressing, as if he’s testing its reality, its permanence.

His eyes darken with something I can’t name—something that makes my heart stutter and my breath catch.

"An Omega couldn’t leave a mark like this," he says quietly.

His voice is flat. Measured. Dangerous.

"Moon—" My protest is weak, swallowed by the tension.

He leans closer. His nose brushes my neck, my skin, inhaling deeply. I feel his breath, warm and slow, traveling over the marks Deniz left, over the scent that clings to me even after hours.

When he speaks again, his voice is different. Harder.

"Red rose."

A pause. His lips curve against my neck, but it’s not a happy smile. It’s something else. Something that makes my stomach clench.

"That’s not an Omega."

He pulls back just enough to look at me. His eyes are burning—blue flames that see too much, know too much.

"Zyren." His voice drops. Low. Quiet. The kind of quiet that comes before something breaks.

"Don’t tell me you spread your legs for some Alpha."

The words hit like a physical blow.

Anger and embarrassment flood through me in equal measure, burning, choking, stealing my breath. My face is on fire. My hands shake.

"Moon!" The shout tears from me, raw and cracking.

"Do you want to die?! Leave me alone, you pathetic bastard!"

I thrash against his hold, desperate to escape, to hide, to disappear from those burning eyes and that knowing voice.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. His grip doesn’t loosen.

His eyes stay on me, steady and cold.

His voice, when it comes, is ice.

"I have an offer for you."

I freeze.

Every muscle in my body goes still. The fight drains out of me, replaced by something cold and wary.

An offer..?