Caleb's breath shook as he backed into the corner of the room, pressed against the wall so tight he could feel his heartbeat in his spine. The intruder stepped forward, silent and precise, shadow stretching with each motion. The only light was a shard of moonlight cutting through the curtains, just enough to reflect off the blade in the Beta's trembling hand.
The figure didn't speak again. They didn't need to. Their presence was enough. Their breath—measured. Their steps—quiet. Purposeful.
They were here to finish what the note had promised.
Caleb's palms were slick around the knife handle. His legs trembled, knees weak. He didn't know whether to run, to beg, or to fight—but the door was blocked. He couldn't scream—the nearest staff room was too far. No one would come in time. He tried to swallow, but his throat was closing in.
A hand reached for him.
And then—
BANG.
The gunshot shattered the silence like glass.
The intruder screamed, a short, sharp sound—painful and panicked. Blood sprayed across the floorboards as the figure recoiled, clutching their hand. The knife clattered to the ground with a metallic clang.
Caleb dug himself up from the corner, stunned. For a moment, he froze—as if he were the one who'd been shot. But then he saw a second shadow standing at the doorway. Broad shoulders. Smooth posture. A gun in hand.
Rival Alpha.
His presence filled the entire room.
He stepped past the wounded intruder, who scrambled toward the window, gasping, leaving a trail of blood behind.
"Don't move," the Darius Vale said calmly. The voice was low—but somehow carried enough command to make Caleb's trembling body obey instantly.
The intruder hurled himself through the curtain and lunged for the balcony—but before he could get a step further, three men in dark suits appeared outside the railing, guns drawn.
They subdued him in less than ten seconds.
Caleb watched, heartbeat in his ears, numb to everything except adrenaline.
The Darius Vale holstered his gun.
Then he turned—eyes locking on Caleb, who was still pressed against the wall. The tension in his posture eased the moment he saw the Beta unharmed. Relief flickered in those eyes—dangerous eyes that softened just for him.
"You're injured?" the Darius Vale asked, stepping closer, voice lower now.
Caleb shook his head—though the shaking didn't stop.
"I—no, I'm fine," he managed to whisper.
The Darius Vale scanned him up and down, expression unreadable. Then he stepped closer, picking up the discarded knife from the floor and placing it gently on Caleb's nightstand.
"I told you to be careful," he said quietly. "And now they've come into your room to kill you."
Caleb stared at the blood dripping near his bedside table.
"I warned Lucian," he whispered, as if saying it out loud might turn the tide of the nightmare unfolding around him. "I told him someone was after me."
The Rival Alpha's jaw tightened. A muscle ticked beneath the skin. "And what did he do?"
Caleb swallowed. Shame and bitterness rose like smoke. "He said I was being dramatic."
The Darius Vale exhaled through his nose, sharp and incredulous. "Of course he did."
He turned toward the open window. The night wind blew the curtains upward, revealing the darkness outside. More men in tailored coats were waiting below—his people. All of them moved with the same deadly efficiency.
Without asking permission, the Darius Vale moved to his phone and made a call.
"Place guards on every entrance. Double the surveillance. I want two men stationed outside the Beta's room until further notice. No one, and I mean no one, gets in without my authorization."
Caleb blinked.
"You… you can't just—"
"I can," the Darius Vale replied, turning toward him. "And I will."
Their eyes met.
Caleb felt like the room was shrinking again, but this time, not from fear—but from the weight of everything he'd never expected. The Darius Vale wasn't using this moment against him, wasn't laughing at his panic, wasn't leaving him to face death alone. He was standing between him and the danger.
He didn't look like someone who'd just shot a man's hand. He looked like someone who'd been waiting for this moment. Someone who'd been waiting for Caleb.
The Beta slowly sank onto the edge of the bed. His knees had finally given out.
"I don't understand," Caleb whispered. "Why are you doing this? You could've left. You're not part of this household. You're not bound to me. I'm nothing."
The Darius Vale walked closer, stopping just inches away. Caleb looked up, startled by the intensity in the man's stare.
Then—gently, carefully—the Darius Vale reached out and touched Caleb's cheek with the back of his fingers. It was almost reverent. His touch was warm. Soft. A stark contrast to the blood on the floor.
"You're not nothing," he said.
Caleb's breath caught.
"You're someone too precious to be left unprotected."
There was longing in his voice—admission hidden behind a war of restraint.
Caleb could only sit there, frozen, stunned.
The room around them was still dangerous. Broken. Bloodied. But for the first time, Caleb felt… seen.
The Darius continued, voice dropping lower, like a secret:
"Your husband won't protect you… but I will."
Caleb's eyes widened—and his heart began to beat again.