❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
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════✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧═════ 𝕮𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 New home and voices? ════✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧ ⍣ ✧═════
The shift in energy was immediate—like a ripple tearing across the inn's fabric, unsettling and unseen, but unmistakable to the alphas. The air, once calm, thickened into something heavy and smothering, like a dark cloud rolling in before an apocalyptic storm. It was as if the earth itself had taken a deep breath... and then forgotten how to let it out.
Gojo's head snapped up first. That playful spark in his eyes? Gone. Snuffed out in the blink of an eye, replaced by razor-sharp focus.
Protect the omega.
The thought hit him like a primal war drum, pounding through his chest—loud, urgent, all-consuming.
Suguru froze mid-step, his typically serene face turning stone-cold, unreadable. The shadows around him seemed to sharpen, curling as his alpha presence flared, awake and predatory.
Nanami didn't speak—he didn't need to. Every muscle in his body coiled, his hand curling instinctively into a tight fist. The glance exchanged between the three alphas said it all:
something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
And then, without hesitation, they scattered.
Gojo was a blur of motion, tearing down the inn's corridors like a whirlwind. His voice sliced through the unnatural stillness, sharp and urgent, echoing off the walls like a warning bell.
"Y/N! Shit, where the hell is she?!"
Doors were flung open, shoji screens shoved aside. His cerulean eyes blazed like twin flames, scanning every corner, hunting for the faintest trace of you.
Outside, Suguru moved with a deadly calm, each step deliberate but brimming with tension. He swept the perimeter, his dark gaze flickering toward the treeline. The cold wind picked up, unnatural and biting against his skin. His jaw tightened as an unshakable unease settled in his gut.
Nanami was methodical, circling the gardens, his sharp gaze tracking every shadow and sound. Sweat beaded at his temple, and the dread in his chest curdled as he scanned the property's edges. The silence felt unnatural, oppressive. It was as though the very earth was holding its breath.
Time warped. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours.
They regrouped at the inn's front entrance, their tension crackling like static. Gojo broke the silence first, his voice uncharacteristically low and hard. "She's not here. I checked every inch of this damn place."
Suguru frowned, crossing his arms tightly. "Nothing outside. Perimeter's empty."
Nanami exhaled sharply, the sound harsh in the stillness. "The area's too quiet. Like something's suppressing it." A sickening realization clawed at his thoughts, and his voice turned grave. "That presence earlier... it was Mahito."
