“…ah—”

A broken inhale finally forced its way into his lungs, chest heaving as he blinked rapidly, trying to focus.  

The alleyway swallowed him whole.

It was narrow, barely wide enough for all five of them to crowd around him, and the walls rose up on either side like the jaws of a trap closing shut. Faint light from the main road filtered in from behind the Alphas' silhouettes, casting long, distorted shadows that danced across the damp ground.  

Brown strands had come loose during the struggle, falling across his forehead, sticking to his temples with sweat, and tangling in wild disarray around his face. He could feel the dirt from the alley wall seeping through his shirt, could feel every single pair of eyes boring into him like he was already theirs.

But when he looked up, his gaze wasn't pleading. It was blazing.

His eyes, usually so warm, so quick to crinkle with laughter, had hardened into something sharp and cutting. The tears that threatened at the edges were from fury so white-hot it burned. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, his teeth grinding together as he stared up the five Alphas who thought they had him cornered.

‘How dare they.’

The thought pulsed through him like a second heartbeat, overpowering the pain and silencing the fear. It wasn’t what they had done to him that mattered. It was that they had used Won.

A trembling smirk slowly pulled at Jonah’s lips. It was too sharp, too deliberate, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Through gritted teeth, voice low and edged with something dangerously calm, he whispered. “…You’re still pathetic.”

The taller Alpha studied him closely. It was Jolly, name surfaced without effort, etched too deeply into memory to ever be forgotten. He was the same one who had tried to touch him more times than Jonah cared to count, and the same one Jonah had publicly humiliated by dumping trash over him from the classroom window while he was on the basketball court. Beside him, Yun’s smirk wavered, the confidence in it cracking for the briefest second.

“Only difference is…” Jonah continued, tilted his head slightly, hair falling further into his eyes, the faintest hint of mockery curling into his expression. “before, you embarrassed yourselves on campus.”

His gaze dragged slowly across each of them.

“Now?” His lips twitched. “You’ve dragged yourselves into an alley… where you actually belong.”

One of the younger Alphas shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting toward the street. Another wet his lips, something flickering across his face that might have been doubt.

But Yun's expression had hardened into something cold and ugly. “...You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

Words had barely left his mouth before his leg lashed out in a brutal sideways strike aimed straight at Jonah’s ribs. Pain erupted through his side, white-hot and blinding, and Jonah crumpled with a strangled grunt, his body folding in on itself as he was thrown sideways against the wall.  

“—gh—”

For a second, everything went white.

“Still running that pretty mouth?” Yun sneered, grabbing a fistful of Jonah’s shirt and yanking him upright again, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Jonah’s head tipped back slightly from the force, lips parting as he sucked in a shaky breath but the smile that formed was worse than before. A blade drawn across silk.

And that only seemed to irritate Yun more. Before he could react again, a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Hey, hey—” The voice was light, amused. No wonder it was Jolly. “Don’t damage him too much.”

Yun paused, a flash of irritation in his eyes as he shot a sideways glance. The hand on his shoulder tightened just enough to draw him back half a step.

“There’s no fun in breaking him too fast,” Jolly added, tone almost lazy but his eyes?

They traveled down Jonah's body, lingering on the way his shirt had ridden up, on the pale skin exposed where he'd been pressed against the wall, on the way his chest heaved with each labored breath. Jonah felt the weight of that look like dirt being smeared across his skin, and his stomach turned to ice.

Jolly's lips curved into something ugly. “That pretty mouth,” he murmured, tilting his head like he was considering something, “might be good use on something else.”

Five sets of Alpha pheromones erupted into the narrow space, no longer restrained, no longer hidden. The scent of them was overwhelming, flooding Jonah's senses until he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but choke on the weight of it pressing down on him from all sides.

Jonah's breath turned ragged, each inhale a battle against the invisible hands squeezing his chest. His body, traitor that it was, responded in ways he couldn't control.

‘Oh shit—’

He tried to push back against it, to find that core of fury that had sustained him moments ago, but it was slipping through his fingers like water. The pheromones were everywhere, in his lungs, in his blood, in the very marrow of his bones, whispering things he didn't want to hear, making his limbs heavy and his thoughts slow and his body soft in all the wrong ways.

Yun finally shifted, turning to him with that wicked smirk again, the one that promised ruin without even touching him. His gaze alone was enough to make Jonah’s stomach twist. “Hmm,” the Alpha murmured, voice low, almost teasing. “Then… you guys have to wait your turn.”  

Jonah watched, frozen, as Yun's fingers found the hook of his pants, the delicate clasp that held them closed. With a deliberate press, the dark fabric parted.

From behind him came a low, rough chuckle, grinding against Jonah’s nerves like shattered glass. Jolly’s hand lingered on Yun’s shoulder for a moment longer, delivering a patronizing pat before finally sliding away.

“We must help you get your gift unwrapped,” Jolly said, his voice dripping with false courtesy. He stepped back, gesturing broadly to the other three Alphas who had been hovering at the edges like vultures waiting for their turn. “Or shall we hold off?”

Yun shrugged, the movement casual, almost bored. “Makes it faster.”

With painstaking slowness, the phone was drawn from his pocket, each movement deliberate, almost theatrical. Jolly's thumb traced the screen, opening the camera app.

“Let's make sure we have something to remember this by.”

The words hit Jonah like ice water, cutting through the haze of pheromones for one brief, crystalline moment.

‘They're going to—’

He tried to scramble backward, his hands fumbling against the wall, trembling legs scrabbling for purchase on the damp ground. But there was nowhere to go. The wall was at his back, solid and unyielding, and the Alphas were already closing in, hands outstretched, ready to take what they wanted.

“Don't—” His voice came out wrong, high and thin, nothing like the sharp-edged weapon it had been minutes ago. “Don't touch me, don't—”

All resistance choked off as the Alpha with maroon hair, crushed his hands together, pinning them above his head against the brick. The bones in his wrists groaned against each other, grinding together under the pressure, and a yelp tore from Jonah's lips before he could stop it.

“Let go—!” He thrashed, legs kicking out wildly, catching nothing but air. His whole body arched against the wall, trying to twist free, but the Alpha's grip was unbreakable.

And then hands were on his thighs, his knees, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force.

“No! Stop—” Jonah's voice cracked, his struggles growing more desperate as he felt fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts. “Get off me, get off—”

The button gave way with a sharp pop, followed by the brutal, final sound of tearing as the shorts were ripped down Jonah’s legs.

“Beautiful,” someone breathed.

Cold air kissed the insides of his thighs, the slickness between his legs was an humiliation he couldn't hide, his Omega nature responding to the assault of Alpha pheromones with a biological treachery that made his stomach turn.

He tried to squeeze his thighs together, to close himself off from their hungry stares, but the Alpha holding his ankle was faster. He yanked Jonah's leg outward with brutal efficiency.

“Ah—!”

His other leg followed, captured and spread, and suddenly he was pinned open, his most vulnerable places exposed to the five pairs of eyes that devoured every inch of him.  

“Don't—please—” The word slipped out before he could stop it, and he hated himself for it, hated the way it made his voice sound small and broken, hated the way Yun's smirk widened at the sound.

“Please?” Yun echoed, tasting the word like it was something sweet. “That's better.”

A hand struck his cheek, brutally snapping his head to the side with enough force to make stars burst across his vision. He barely had time to register the sting before fingers were grabbing the collar of his shirt, ripping downward with savage force.

Buttons flew, tiny white discs scattering across the alley floor, bouncing off the walls, disappearing into shadows. The soft, cream-colored button-up with the delicate pintucks tore open from collar to hem, one sleeve coming away entirely, the other hanging in shreds from his shoulder.

Cold air hit his skin like another slap.

Jonah's breath caught, he could feel their gazes like brands on his skin, burning into every inch of exposed flesh. The soft swell of his chest, his nipples pebbled from the cold and the fear. The curve of his waist, small enough that he could see Jolly's fingers twitching with the urge to wrap around it.

“Look at that,” Jolly murmured, his voice thick with untamed desire. “All pretty and pink. Bet it's begging for us already.”

Tears streaked down Jonah’s cheeks, one after another. He couldn't stop them. Couldn't hide them. Couldn't do anything but hang there against the wall, half-naked and trembling, while five Alphas feasted on his ruin and a phone camera captured every moment for eternity.

Yun's hand lifted, a lazy wave slicing through the thick, pheromone-laden air. “Let go,” he said, his voice carrying the casual authority of someone who had never once been denied anything he wanted. “I can handle him alone.”

One by one, the Alphas stepped back, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls as they retreated into the shadows at the edges of the alley. Jonah could feel them still there but no one was touching him anymore.

Without the hands holding him upright, his body remembered every moment of terror that had drained the strength from his limbs. Knees drawn up, arms wrapped around himself in a futile attempt to cover what they had already stripped bare.

A sick, wet sound came by as Yun's pants slid down just enough, and then his cock, hard and flushed, jutting out from his body like a weapon, like everything Jonah had spent years running from made flesh and blood and standing right in front of him.

Bile rose in his throat, hot and bitter, and he swallowed it down with a sound that was almost a sob.

Yun's shoes appeared in his field of vision.

Jonah fixed his gaze somewhere that wasn't the thing bobbing just above his eye level. But a hand shot out, fingers closing around his chin with brutal precision, and yanked his head up.

“Look at me.”

Jonah's eyes, glassy and red-rimmed, met Yun's gaze. Up close, he could see the flecks of gold in Yun's irises, could see the sheen of sweat on his forehead from the effort of holding himself back. His smile was the worst part, soft, almost fond, like he was looking at something precious that he was about to shatter.

“You know,” Yun murmured, and his thumb traced along Jonah's cheekbone, wiping away a tear with a gesture so gentle it made Jonah want to scream. “I always wondered what you looked like under all those pretty clothes. All that attitude. All that fire.”

His fingers spread across Jonah's jaw, holding him in place, and his thumb dragged upward, pressing against the hollow of Jonah's cheek, smearing the moisture there like he was claiming it.

“Turns out you're just like the rest of them underneath, aren't you?” Yun stared at him for a long moment, before continuing. “Wet and ready and waiting for someone to put you in your place.”

Jonah’s brows pulled together despite everything, something stubborn and unyielding flaring weakly through the haze.

“I’m not…” His voice came out thin, unsteady—but the meaning didn’t waver. “I’ll never be what you think I am.”  

A scoff escaped Yun's cruel mouth, a sound that was half-laugh, half-snarl, and entirely devoid of anything resembling humanity. His lips curled, revealing teeth that seemed sharper in the dim light, and his grip on Jonah's jaw tightened until Jonah could feel the bones grinding together, could taste blood where his teeth pressed into his cheek.

“Never?” Yun's voice was soft, almost wondering. “You think you have a never left in you?”

Agonizing slowly, the pads of his fingers dragging across Jonah's jaw, over the frantic pulse at the side of his neck, following the line of his throat down, down, down until they reached the base where his neck met his shoulder. Jonah's whole body went rigid, every muscle screaming but he couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except wait for the next violation.

Yun's hand wrapped around the slender column of Jonah's neck, fingers overlapping at the back, thumb pressing against his windpipe, and squeezed.

Both hand flew up on instinct, fingers clawing at Yun's wrist, but there was no strength left in them. His nails scraped uselessly against skin.

“Feisty, are we?” Yun mused, a faint, amused tilt to his voice. “How long will it take...”

His gaze lingered, slow and deliberate, as if assessing something rather than asking.

“An hour?” His thumbs pressed down on the gland and Jonah's vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges. 

“Two?” Yun continued, almost thoughtfully, as though time meant nothing at all. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Jonah's ear, and his voice dropped to something barely above a whisper.

“By the time we're done with you,” he breathed, and his tongue flicked out to trace the curve of Jonah's ear, “you won't remember what it felt like to say no. You won't remember that you ever had a choice. You'll beg for it, Jonah. You'll beg for us to use you. And the most beautiful part?”

His teeth grazed Jonah's earlobe, tugging slightly, and Jonah made a sound that might have been a sob or might have been something worse.

“You'll mean it.”

The words sank into Jonah's chest like knives, twisting, carving out something he hadn't known he could lose. His hands were still wrapped around Yun's wrists, but his grip was weakening, his fingers trembling so badly they could barely hold on.

Suddenly the pressure around his throat vanished.

To be continued...